Thought Process: Our air isn't working. Oh well! We'll get it fixed soon, I'm sure. I am brave and not high maintenance and kind of like a pregnant Wonder Woman and this is no big deal! Wheee!
How I spend my day: Moving furniture and doing laundry and cooking things in the oven.
Thought Process: Okay, it's kind of cute that Luke thinks we can fix this ourselves. He will come around! He will see how hot it gets tonight when our old windows won't open!. Ha! He is so funny and makes me laugh.
How I spend my day: Out running errands so I can ignore the problem. Come home briefly, and then leave again in search of an Icee.
Thought Process: Seriously Luke? Seriously? Can I call someone to come fix this now? I know you think you can fix it yourself, but you cannot. You are an arborist not a heating and cooling guy. THIS REMINDS ME OF LIVING IN A DORM AND I AM NOT A TEENAGER ANYMORE. I am pregnant and miserable and please excuse me, I am going to cry.
How I spend my day: At Target purchasing maternity swimsuit and cherry Icee, followed by a few hours on the deck in baby pool full of cold water. At nighttime I sleep three non-consecutive hours with a large fan that just isn't cutting it. It gets down to 70 outside, but our house refuses to drop below 81.
Thought Process: Okay, finally making the appropriate calls, ho hum, it's going to get fixed!!! Oh... wait. No one can come fix it until next week? Is this a joke? Should I play the pregnant card and try to speed things up?
How I spend my day: Trying really hard not to get a ticket from the drama police. And trying to laugh about the situation. And eating a lot of ice cream. This is the plan, anyway. It is only 11am.
Now here are some cute photos of our time outside to offset the complaining.