Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Guilt, guilt, guilt
I am trying my best to channel this snowman right now. To really get a grasp on how it feels to be cold..actually, I would settle for feeling even remotely cool. We live in a house, in a city, without any sort of air conditioning. Most times this is okay with me, we just sleep in the basement. However, after more than a few days of extreme heat (for our neck of the woods anyway) without reprieve at night, even our basement gets to be close to 30 degrees. It is at this point that I start to get squirrely....start to feel broken. I have a list of things to do, but find it hard to be motivated to do anything that involves movement.
I am conducting a personal study in the relationship between when ones' birthday falls and their ability to cope with certain temperatures....I am a February baby and thus I prefer colder temps. Hazel the same. Abbey is a summer sprite and does enjoy this weather while Raine is a spring baby and can therefore cope with either. I have only run into a few circumstances (namely Michael whose birthday is December 22, yet he prefers warm to cold) where this theory does not make any sense. Anyone care to weigh in on this one?
But I digress....I called this post "guilt" because this morning I felt completely broken. In order to be home with my girls I take care of a couple of little ones during the day. I was worried about making them sleep in the crazy conditions in our house. So, Michael went out and bought a portable air conditioner today. But now I feel so guilty about the electricity consumption that I have myself convinced that we need to take it back. But it is too hot.
We go to the wading pool, have smoothies for snack, and I promised Hazel that we would get gelato for dinner. The temperature has to break eventually right?!