I promise to never, ever take the gift of air conditioning for granted again.
It’s a sweltering 85 degrees here in Georgia. Our thermostat says it’s about 86 degrees in our cozy townhome. That’s a sticky 86 degrees, too.
Our air conditioning has gone kaput.
“Let’s pretend we’re in a jungle,” I say to my sweaty girls, trying to lift their sluggish spirits.
But we can’t really get into our jungle expedition. My legs are sticking to our leather couches. Rae has beads of sweat on her nose. Madeline has stripped down to her undies.
This is how we all feel…
Hot and cranky.
UPDATE: $121 bucks later, the AC is working again and the snoozing kiddos aren’t shiny with sweat anymore. :-)