Question: What’s worse than hot flashes kicking in at the start of summer?
Answer: Your AC going out in your house as your hot flashes kick in… at the start of summer.
Have I pissed off the Universe?
With the temperature in the house quickly climbing to 95 and beyond, we had to take a action. So we packed up the kids (and all of their electronics, and ours) and headed to a hotel… by the beach.
After spending the night on a lumpy bed at a hotel motel in a questionable neighborhood, we decided to go back home and gauge the temperature in the house. Maybe we could stick it out. Wrong!
So we packed up the kids again…
We then headed to our favorite coffee shop. And just as we settled our asses in our comfy coffee shop seats, we realized we were hungry. The free breakfast at the motel was… well, it was crap.
So we packed up the kids… again.
As we settled into our booth at a nearby diner, we were confronted with the Devil himself. He was about 6-years-old and he would… just… not… STFU!
He was a whiny, little bastard who — as he tortured his brother by kicking him under the table — would not leave his mother in peace.
“Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy… Mommmmmmm-eeeeeeee!!! Mommmmmmm-eeeeeeee!!! Mommmmmmm-eeeeeeee!!!” (repeat 100x)
I tried taking a picture with my phone, but just like a vampire, the little shit doesn’t show up in photos. He has no idea how close he came to death today. We were about to pull straws. The winner would get to silence him – forever.
Next, it was back to the coffee shop. It’s Monday and I still had full day of work ahead of me plus several conference calls. I tried working from my laptop but the wireless connection was spotty. Our kids did everything they could to keep busy. They read books, they played games, they read a book on the Nook.
After what seemed like hours (because it was), we decided to squat at Barnes & Noble. After another battle with yet another wireless connection, I shut down the laptop and pulled out the iPad. At least I could check email and use Notes during my conference calls, if needed.
I was done the day’s conference calls — and my husband was tired of “babysitting everyone’s shit while they go looking around” — so we headed home. Was the AC fixed? Nope, but it’s summer and that means… sweet, sweet, Florida rain!
The summer rain brought the temperature down so we decided to go back to the house and check it out. If it was cool enough with the doors and windows open, we’d stick it out. If it was too hot, we’d pack up the kids (again) and head back to a hotel. But a different hotel. A real hotel. In a nice neighborhood… with no lumpy beds.
It’s 8:05 p.m. ET now. So far, so good. The AC guy is supposed to be here at 8:30 a.m. with the new parts. If he’s not here by 8:31 a.m., we’re gonna pull straws.