hola, isabel

I went with my Church’s youth group to Lake Powell one summer when I was a teenager. Our youth leader was super rich and owned a few boats and jet skis. All we had to do was chip in for fuel. I think it cost me $50 for the entire week. $50 which I earned washing windows at the youth leaders company. He would pay for the rest of the trip. For all of us. Sweet.

I remember we had a meeting before we left to talk about the trip and rules they had for us. Things like, the boys had to pee in the lake and the girls could use the port-a-pot. They also told us the girls all had to wear t-shirts over their swimming suits. So our baby-fat filled 15 year old girl bodies didn’t turn the boys on. As if. (Let’s not even get into how bad this rule rubbed me the wrong way. I’m clearly over it now.)

They also told us that while we would need to bring a sleeping bag (we would be camping on the shore), it would be too hot to actually sleep inside the bag. They suggested we sleep on top of the sleeping bag and use a sheet to cover ourselves. It was going to be that hot. I remember the kids who had been there the summer before telling us that as soon as you wake up, you need to change into your suit (and t-shirt) and get the heck out of the tent. Because before you know it, the tent will be so hot that you’ll suffocate.

Oh how I love that kind of heat. But I admit this heat was stifling. My SPF chapstick melted into oblivion. Everything stuck to my sweaty body. Blah. You had to spend all of the day in the water. Not that this is a bad thing-I’m just saying.

Why have I been thinking about this trip I took almost 15 years ago?

Because our apartment is just this hot. I don’t know it’s because we’re high up, or because we have two huge windows facing the morning sun, or because our blinds don’t really keep the sun out. Either way, it’s hot in here.

The AC unit we have in our bedroom doesn’t work for crap. The King turns it on every morning before he leaves for work, and I’m still forced to get out of bed as soon as I begin to stir. Even after a baby feeding frenzied night.

I drink ice cold water all day, and try to stay as close to the AC as I can (but it’s in the bedroom. What kind of idiot set it up in the bedroom and not the living room?). I try to keep The Baby dressed in his skimpiest onesies, without any pants on. This morning I had to unbutton his sleeper Magnum P.I. style, so he wouldn’t melt away before I could get him out of it.

We live in Seattle, where anything above 80 degrees is considered a Heat Wave (I laugh as I type that, but it’s true)! It’s only May. Summer here doesn’t even start until the beginning of August. What the crap are we going to do once it really starts to get hot? I guess we’ll have to spend some time at the pool at our apartment during the day.

Or just go back to work, with my super strong AC and tinted office windows.

(Hey, there has to be something positive about going back to work. Right?)