Image via WikipediaI have officially lost my sense of humor for the time being. Our air conditioner went out Friday night. We're having a repairman come on Tuesday (that's payday, because we anticipate $$$ in repairs this time), but in the meantime, it's hot in here. Yesterday was the hottest day of the year, so yeah, that was fun. Our upstairs is approximately 900 degrees, so we've all been camping out downstairs with the fan on and windows open. Which basically means that the kids are thrilled at the "adventure" and my husband who's former Army training allows him to sleep anywhere and through anything, barely notices anything is different. Me, on the other hand? I'm lying awake, listening to the maddening screeching of 459 billion cicadas, 330 million crickets, and a couple of confused birds, as I try to find a comfortable and cool spot on the couch. Every noise out of the ordinary has me sitting up, wide eyed, wondering if I should
You know how the media are always saying that crime rises as the temperatures rise? I totally understand that now. My nerves are shot, we've all been grouchy and argumentative. If I were a perfect mom, I would turn this into some fun adventure, but bleh, I don't have the energy for that. Besides, I'd have to move out from in front of the fan. (Yes, I know I just used too many prepositions. It's what all the cool kids do.)
I know, I know. You're probably thinking to yourself, "The world's tiniest violin is playing just for you" or, my personal childhood favorite, "My heart bleeds purple Kool Aid just for you." But really, it's not just the broken AC, it's a combination of factors, kind of all piling up at once, as rotten things tend to do. Anyhow, once my sense of humor come back (I think it automatically shuts off once the indoor air temperature surpasses 79), I'll be back to my usual snarky self, but hopefully, much cooler.