It is warm up in this house.
Today is the last day of June and we have yet to turn on the AC because we're playing some dumb game with ourselves to see how long we can last before we absolutely have to. It's like when I was little and my brothers used to say "let's play this game and if I win you lose and if you lose I win" and I was all like "OKAY!". Go figure.
Except the real winner in this case has to be our utility bill, or I guess that's what we're shooting for? All I know is I retreat to the only room with a ceiling fan, our bedroom, in the afternoon when it gets most sweaty and here I lay prostrate until otherwise summoned.
The insomnia and general exhaustion of ye olde 3rd trimester has begun to set in I fear. I woke up this morning remembering the last time I checked my clock (2:56 am) and instantly felt like I should eat something and go back to bed for at least 4 more hours. Except I had a crazy haired midget yelling for "juice" and frantically signing "food" to pay attention to so that idea quickly flew out the window. I don't really know how you people pull off this pregnancy stuff when you have multiple children already running around. You're all heroes in my book, HEROES I TELL YOU. I can hardly manage the one.
Also, this is what happens around here when you wash windows and leave the bucket unattended for 5 seconds:
What are your big plans for the holiday weekend? Where are you going to watch fireworks? Is there some place I don't know about that offers the best views and easiest escape route? Us? I think we might make a pit stop in Sanpete and then back up for whatever is going on around here, like popsicles and the kiddie pool. Woo woo!! I love America!