Did you know that in 1884 houses were not built with air conditioning? What the hell?
So anywhoo, a few weeks ago we broke down and bought a window unit. We decided to put it in a downstairs window, since we spend more time on the first floor than in our bedrooms. We figured 'eh, if it's too hot, we'll camp in the living room. Remember how much fun it was to sleep on the floor? To get the fabulous AC on a hot summer day? Remember?'
Funny, but that distant memory from my twelfth year is not nearly as exciting at the age of thirty two. My kid probably likes it though; I get to sleep in my playpen? Watch Spongebob on TV through the mesh? YAY!! YAYYYYYYY!!!
We're going on night two of Camp Hedin in the living room. Around 7pm the couch unfolds and our living room turns into a mess of pillows and blankets and couch cushions. I put the Captain to sleep around 8pm and then go hide in the kitchen till it's time for me to go to bed, usually around 11pm. Why 11 o'clock? Well, that's when my husband gets home. And as any good wife should, I wait up and greet him with a welcome home kiss. *eyeroll* (see, I really am a fabulous housewife. hehehe)
Surprisingly, the camping went well last night. Jack never woke up, Tom didn't snore and my back handled the thin spring mattress with ease. Here's to another successful sleep in cramped quarters! *raises glass of rum and coke*
(What? I'm trapped in the kitchen. What else is there to do besides blog and have a glass of Mommy Juice?)
|As Tom says"we like to be close".|