So. The week of July 4 I was noticing that asking my dad to fix the caulking around the playroom doors didn't really help. Still too warm in there. I'll admit I was blaming the heat partially on him and his workmanship- which is ridiculous because it's what he does for a living and he's good at it. But hey, you know. If you can't pass the buck on to your dad, then who?
By that weekend I had to admit it was the window unit. Since the playroom used to be the garage, it isn't really connected to the central air for the rest of the house. We have a big separate unit that USED to do its job. I called Sears because we have an extended warranty agreement with them.
You may notice it is now August 15. Going on six weeks of (too many hot phrases going through my head to process at once, ack!!) heat. Some Like It Hot. Feeling Hot Hot Hot. In the words of Sweet Brown, ain't nobody got time for dat. Alas, it's the Sears people. This thing has been a comedy of errors in all ways, leading up to tonight where I actually have a new unit! given to me under the terms of the agreement that we finally worked out! installed back in the wall even though dad had to come over and cut the hole bigger! And?
It has a different type of plug and won't fit in the existing socket.
I'm calling an electrician tomorrow. Tonight just shoot me.
During all this time I've been conducting daycare in the kitchen and the living room, which was novel and fun for a bit, but we're all tired of it and very ready to get back to having all our space and toys and routines. It's hard to bring enough stuff in there to entertain two age groups in one space and not have overlap that causes problems, not to even mention my kids who are SO TIRED OF SUMMER AND CAN'T WAIT TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL are bickering and want to play video games all day.
And yes, go back and read that sentence. Remind yourself that I was an English teacher before my children were born and sucked all the grammatical knowledge right out of my head.
Also last Wednesday I sprained my ankle. Couple days of hopping and scooting, now in a boot and bruised like crazy.
But all that to say, we've made it through! We've made it work! The merry babies are mobile and into everything and the big kids have enjoyed mimicking the ridiculous contortions I make as I try to get from point A to point B. We've read approximately 5,245 books, and played with the counting bears and built blanket forts and looked out the window at the lawnmowers or the bunnies, depending on what day it is. It's all good. Flexibility at its finest.
Tomorrow, or I guess really later on today, it's Remy's last day. He'll be joining Lady, Mater, Hercules, and Silvermist over at my friend's in-home preschool. We will miss him. I'm making his favorite oatmeal for breakfast, which I will tell him is porridge. If I'm lucky he'll use his "great big daddy bear" voice to talk to me about how it's too hot or too cold. His bear voices when we read really make my day.
Next month, his space will be filled by a small delicious princess. I need to double check and see what her mama's feelings are about pictures. If I can, I'll steal one from facebook. She has bows as big as her head. I can't wait.