I know that I have no room to complain about the weather. I know! So, just ignore this post.
It's 5pm and the current temperature here is 96 degrees. Folks, that is not cool. We pay a pretty penny for the weather here. Not to God directly, but instead through taxes, real estate, groceries, gas, and just about anything you can think of to support daily life in California.
It seems that for every 50 gorgeous, even temperature days, we get 3-5 sweltering ones. Yall know I can't stand the heat. I'm as confused as you are as to how I was raised in Texas and then lived in Louisiana for 7 years.
Add to that the fact that our house does not have air conditioning.
Pa came to our rescue today. Lunch out at a pizza parlor down the street, 2 hours of help with the kids (after all week sans Blake).......it was perfect. How lucky we are to have him visit so often! My neighbor remarked....."Just another piece of the puzzle that lined up for you guys. Part of the plan!" Indeed. We move to San Diego and Pa lands all sorts of business out here.
Carter got some ink at lunch.
I don't even know what the temperature was inside our house today. Hot enough to pull my hair up in pig tails. That's for sure.
A good look, yes?
I was desperate, people. And, obviously thought you all would like a peak at just how extreme things are.
Lainey was the only smart one in the bunch. While the boys sweated it out riding bikes and scooters, our littlest one slept the afternoon away in the coolest room. Santa Anna winds blowing in, dark curtains and a wicked fast fan.
Lower temps expected tomorrow. Blake should be driving in any moment from his Vegas trip. I'm going to high five him on the drive way as I walk out to see a movie.
Here's to a kid-free, super cold theater and some hot buttered popcorn!