With temps 90-100 degrees every single freaking day, pretty much all Lexi and Kirby want to do is sleep. Sure they get all excited when we say it's time to go O-U-T, but after a quick run in the yard they want nothing more than to get back into the cool air and doze.
I can't say I blame them one bit. Now that I'm in my third trimester, my lifelong loathing of summer has reached new heights. I would like nothing more than to sleep (oh per chance to sleep - I can live without the dreaming at this point) for the next ten weeks or so until the little moosh arrives.
Unfortunately, Jac has his hands full moving, fixing, doing around the house to prepare some home repairs which have to be done so we can get our rooms ready for the little moosh. This has left me no choice but to appear useful by doing dishes and tidying up (just a little).
Two hours ago it rained fiercely and the temps dropped from 100 to 76 degrees. Relief? Nope, even though it's 5pm the temperature has climbed again to 86 degrees. Have I mentioned that I hate summer?
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