It’s hot out.
Like, really hot.
The temperature is in the 90’s (which is excessive for us thick-blooded northern types), the humidity is making the air like pudding, and my children are making me consider moving to Antarctica.
We spent all of yesterday hiding out at Grandma and Grandpa’s house because we have one box fan and they have central air conditioning. The kids were spoiled in climate-controlled comfort until after dinner.
When we walked through the door of our hot and sticky house, Rain Man immediately told me he was hungry and wanted to go back to Grandma and Grandpa’s house. I was seriously close to agreeing with him.
I know I will be complaining when the snow starts dumping on us again, but I could really use a break from the heat. There is just something not right about the children asking if they can sleep in the bathtub.