So, if you haven't talked to me over the last few days, I would encourage you to count yourself among the lucky. I've been a teensy, tiny bit crabby. As most of you know, I'm usually a very pleasant, sunny girl who loves everyone. However, our nearly brand spankin' new central air crapped out on us. It was blistering hot here last week and I finally called uncle on Sunday. 2 hours of the AC running and I'm still sweating. So, I call Chris and he walks me through a series of interesting tests, involving breakers, fuses, flashlights and a great deal of swear words (on my end). Oh a ginormous spider web that I ATE trying to reach the fuse box. So, no such luck and he wouldn't be home until at least 1 am. That night/morning he came home and tried for about an hour to fix it. Still no luck. On Monday, after a series of very interesting experiments, we discovered that it is wired wrong. Some where. As in, we don't know where it's messed up, but it is. (I use "we", however we all know I mean "him". I don't even know what "wires" he is referring to. I'm Mrs. Bobbi the Builder compared to most girls, and I still don't know.) So Chris comes up with an interesting, albeit temporary fix of 2 toothpicks jammed in something on the box thingy outside (condenser?compressor? I don't know). In order to turn on the AC, I have to flip the breaker. However, it can't run too long or the system will "freeze". Again, I don't know what any of this means. Chris is working 3 jobs @ 18 hours a day, so mum is the word about the situation. He is going to look at it on Sunday.
Clare, not so amused about this. She was actually, sorta, kinda PISSED OFF! She does not like being hot (really, who does?) It was 91 degrees in her room. There was no breeze. So, she has been falling asleep, for the night, at 6pm. On Tuesday morning, she didn't wake up until 9:30 am. That was only after Chris and I, in a dead panic, raced into her room and Chris jerked her out of bed, waking her up and really making her mad. However, she has been requesting night time bottles. I'm not a fan. We haven't really done that in awhile at home. So, she and I have seen each other around 4:30am. She is not all that friendly, she just grunts and cries until you stick a bottle in her mouth and then she sucks it all down, all while never even having the common courteous to open her eyes.
Do you want to know how you nominate yourself for a WT Award? Go to Walmart because they have AC and you don't. That's how Clare and I (although in fairness, she wasn't given a choice) spent part of the day on Monday. We went for a baby pool, which I can not figure out how to blow up.
**I realize I could use my mouth, but, despite many jokes about being filled with hot air, that is not realistic. Even when I could walk 1/4 mile with out being out of breathe, I couldn't have blown this thing up.
So, that thus far has been our exciting week. Chris has 2 more days of 18 hours and then it's back to normal. There is a small chance that Clare is sleeping so much because she's over me. I mean, I'm entertaining, but at 18 hours a day, it gets old.
Let me know if you all want to hear the story about how I possibly converted 1/2 of the pair that made the mistake of knocking on my door to "share Jesus Christ with me". Do you think I get extra points if I win?
I may now be blacklisted from religious group visits. Never knock on a stay at home mom's door. She has nothing better to do than argue.
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