Friday, June 11, 2004

Broken arms and sunburns

Today is supposed to be our hottest day so far and we are completely prepared, well, except for the lack of air-conditioning.

The kids were up at the blessed ass-crack of dawn, even after no naps yesterday and staying up till after 10. Those precious babies! Thankfully they played for about an hour without incident while I kind of dozed. The bedroom was cool and I knew it was going to be pretty much the only time today that I wouldn't be miserable and sweaty, so I was bound and determined to take full advantage of it. I finally got up when the fighting and fussing began. All 6 of us now have on our swimsuits and are patiently awaiting the movement of the sun into the front yard. I sent them all out to play sidewalk chalk on the shaded carport/driveway slab while we wait. Otherwise they'd be in here bugging me every 5 minutes. Oh wait, they're still doing that. I figure we've got about another hour before the yard's good and sunny. Then it'll take me 20 minutes to slather all 5 of them down with 30 spf. They'll have over an hour and a half to slip, slide and see who can break which bone first. Kind of stinks not having a pool this year, but they really seem to like the slip n slide just fine. Plus with a slip n slide I don't feel so obligated to actually participate like I would in a pool. I can sit in my lounger and let my perilously white body attract freckles. Heaven forbid it attract a tan, lol. Kind of stinks sometimes being Irish... Oh I have Cherokee in me, but obviously the hearty Irish genes dominate. *sigh* Sam's last T-ball game is tonight. Gonna be a miserable hot one and yes I'm being pessimistic. No sense trying to avoid the truth. The actual temp is only supposed to be 89 today, but with the 3000% humidity it makes the heat index somewhere close to oh...3 degrees cooler than HELL. Okay, a slight exaggeration on my part, but still 105-110 is pretty durn hot, right?

Well, the kids got curiously quiet, so that means they've either found a bug to torture, a tick on the dog and they're daring each other to pull it off or Abby's showing them how to climb this poor pitiful excuse for a tree in the side yard. Any of the three oughta be fun to observe for awhile regardless.

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