Isn't it strange how we are really never happy about the weather. A few weeks ago we complained because it rained for 40 days and 40 nights (or so it seemed). Now the heat just won't let up. I really try to have a good attitude about the weather and that we shouldn't take it for granted and that we are blessed to live where we do, with all of the great seasons and weather changes--but--I am hot, hot, hot, and I am MELting!
Andrew was so hot the other night, I stripped him down to a diaper to help him sleep. I only wish I could have done the same.
Tonight I took the kids out at 7:00 p.m. to the pool (kiddie pool, mind you) and I was miserable. I even stuck Andrew's feet in and splashed him once in a while to keep him cooled off.
I realize I don't live in St. George, Las Vegas or even Phoenix (as one of my friends pointed out--I am wimpy about the heat and she's from Salt Lake and lives in Tucson), but have I ever mentioned how much I hate the heat!!! I am not comfortable in it, never have been and never will be. And it just gets worse with age. Anything over 75 degrees--just count me out of the energy cycle and give me a nice big cool swimming pool or set me over the air vent in the living room. It's so much easier to get warm when you are cold--no matter how hot you are, you can only take off EVERYTHING and still be HOT!!!
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