I’m a huge baby about heat. I could never, ever, not in a million years, live somewhere that’s hot all the time. And I don’t care if it’s dry heat. As far as I’m concerned, it’s still heat!
Since having babies heat drives me completely mad, for reasons I don’t understand and therefore blame on hormones. It makes me nauseous and itchy and irritable, and this is bad for someone living in the midwest. We’re notorious for our bitterly cold and snowy winters, but we’re also famous for unbearably hot and humid summers. When I married my husband, I told him that there were only two things that I absolutely couldn’t live without, and he must provide them for me at all times – soft water, and central air. Other than that, I’m a low-maintenance kind of girl (mostly).
Yesterday the temperature was in the 90s, and the air was the closest thing possible to hot bath water, without actually being it. Normally a day like this wouldn’t bother me because I have the good sense to stay holed up in my air-conditioned house, except the a/c wasn’t working! And I’m telling you, I was dying. At about 7:00 last night, the house was still 80 degrees inside, despite the a/c running non-stop all day, and I was sprawled out on my (new!) sofa whining and pouting like Scarlett O’Hara. I was pouring sweat, even though I had already stripped down to just a t-shirt and underwear. Periodically I got up to stick my head in the freezer, and then returned to the living room to complain some more about how I was going to wilt and die.
This morning, as soon as my husband got up, I asked him to call the heating and cooling people. And he did. Except they aren’t here yet. This means that until they do get here, I will call him every half hour to ask when they’re coming. (He just called to say that they can’t come here until June 1st. No. NOOOOOOOO!)
I told you I’m a baby about this. But he was warned, and he chose to marry me anyway. Now he must deal with the consequences!
Today is an anniversary of sorts for us, and I hope he’s not regretting it too much. Happy 10th Anniversary Sweetie!
P.S. Oops!
