Not a big fan of summer in general and heat waves in particular. Gizmo isn’t, either. As you can see, she was prepared to rip my face off should I attempt to move her out from under the ceiling fan in order to make the bed.
Because our house is not only older than dirt, but was originally a carriage barn, the horror show construction allowed us to install central air conditioning downstairs, but not upstairs. When it’s 74 downstairs and 90 in your bedroom, crankiness ensues.
So why, you might ask, don’t we have windowshakers in the bedrooms? Partly because they need to be cleaned and we’re lazy. And partly because the Short Kid’s window is too small for a window unit so there’s no way to air condition his room. I guess if he has to suffer, everybody else should, too. (Personally I think we should put the windowshakers in our room and TK’s room and let SK camp out on our floor.)
Since outside and upstairs are hotter than Hades, we’re all stuck tripping over each other downstairs. Here’s hoping Mother Nature remembers pretty soon that this isn’t, in fact, Florida and we can have our own weather back.
In the meantime, the television rules our world. PS3, Wii, movies. PS3, Wii, movies. Rinse. Repeat.
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Woof! It’s been so hot up here in Northern Ohio, too.
Our central air went out last year and we haven’t had the funds to fix it. No window shakers, either. Thank heavens when we built the house I had ceiling fans put in certain rooms both upstairs and downstairs. If not for air flow, gack!
(And the plastics factory I work in has become an inferno this week!)
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O.M.G.
Clearly you are much much younger than I. When you start having night sweats you will turn Gizmo on Mr. Stacey. You may even utter the words, “Cool this $%*#& bedroom to subarctic or die.”. I may or may not have used that sentence when my DH moved the thermostat to 78 at night.
Get SK a portable a/c, install the window shakers and sleep in relative cool while you still can, Shannon.
I started having night sweats at age 40. Mr. S needs to be given a heads up. He has a deadline. The clock is ticking. I’d hate to see his face ripped off. I would. So. Tick Tock. Tick Tock.
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I try not to dwell on the fact the best night’s sleep I’ve had recently was the night we spent in the hotel. Because we left it last minute, we could only get a room with two double beds. We can’t do a double bed because there’s no straying onto my side or making contact with me once it’s sleep time.
So we slept in separate beds. Throw in the AC and no cats and I slept like a baby.