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. :-)
Sounds like time for a field trip to the mall or some other place with air conditioning.
I hope you get it fixed soon.
Oh no, Kate. Not fun; not fun at all! Sending some cool prayers your way from a mild-weathered North Dakota.
Time for a museum trip!
God Bless Willis Haviland Carrier! Glad you are cool again!
oh my goodness! It was 91 today here. I was thankful for my AC as well!
It's about the same here, but I'm holding out so far on turning on the main a/c. The upstairs unit was a must, lest the children stew in their sleep. However, we have an old house that was built to keep itself well ventilated, if not exactly cool, and it helps a lot.
Glad you got your a/c working.
Oh I feel you. We are in the same situation sort of. One of our units doesn't work so atleast part of our house is cool. However, the unit that doesn't work is where the bedrooms is, upstairs, the other day it was 87 degrees in the house when I was headed to be at 10pm…makes for a long sticky night.