It’s too hoooooooooooooooooot.
It’s “Seattle hot” this week, and we’re all dying. It’s currently 83 degrees in my house. My homemade coconut oil deodorant is in liquid form right now.
The last few days it has been between upper 80’s and low 90’s outside. We are too weak in this area to deal with such temps. Because nobody has a/c and we’re a weak breed of heat tolerant people.
I prayed for rain the other night.
We’re in the starting phase of a drought, and without the rain, my allergies are killing me. Allergies are so bad this year.
How bad are they?
They’re so bad that my boss called me from down the hall on Wednesday and told me to go home early because she couldn’t stand listening to me sneeze anymore.
How bad are they?
They’re so bad that I have to wear my sunglasses inside much of the time because my eyes are so sensitive.
How bad are they?
They’re so bad that after 20 minutes straight of sneezing the other day…my bra was full of sweat. Sexy.
Please god, send rain.
My sister and I spent hours – HOURS – hanging photos for my mom downstairs. We had some laughs, there was a lot of cursing, and at one time I snapped at my mom “if you want perfection, ask Connie and Troy to do this. If you want shit hung on the wall within this actual year, you get us”. Some of the “fun” parts of hanging photos, was staring at the female version of Jack while hammering nails in to the wall.
Freaky, yes? Troy often asks if I am really sure that he is Jack’s father, because there is nothing of him in our kid. Nothing.
Speaking of our kid, Troy was gone on Saturday and I was just over life. Too hot, too much to do, and just over being asked if he could watch people playing Nerf on YouTube. The answer is NOOOOOOOOOO.
So what is a momma to do?
Invite the neighbor over, kick up my feet, and let them entertain themselves.
This was our dinner on Friday (in addition to popcorn).
The berries are all from our garden, and I’m so happy that we have added those extra blueberry bushes to our micro farm this year. Now I am scoping out to see if there is any more room for more plants next year, because um, hello, blueberries. Super food and stuff.
Troy and my father-in-law proved how much they really love me, by installing wood floors in the extra bedroom on Friday…in 87 degree heat.
I posted this photo on Facebook, and my favorite comment was “And do you love the way his knee pads accentuate his calves?”
The answer is yes. But honestly at this point, it’s like someone who grew up with a beautiful mountain range outside their back door. At first, any time you catch sight of them, you’re like “damn, those are gorgeous”. Then after a while, you stop noticing them every day. And then a friend comes to visit and yells “holy shit, look at those mountains” and you realize what a freaking gift you have right there in front of you to gaze at.
Did I mention that it’s hot? I think my brain is fried.
To escape the heat, we’re busting ass out of town later today to head to the in-laws beach house at Ocean Shores. Can’t wait; it will easily be 15-20 degrees cooler down there. Here is our meal plan for our trip, and when we come back to the seventh layer of hell.
Monday:: Organic hot dogs, grilled zukes, and fruit.
Tuesday:: Chicken salad in avocado slices, zuke cakes, and fruit.
Wednesday:: Lasagna from the freezer, and some form a veggie.
Thursday:: I’m trying this recipe, paired with rice, and cucumber slices.
Friday:: Popcorn dinner
Saturday:: Our four month old buddy is having a pre-baptism BBQ at his grown up’s house.
Sunday:: Family dinner!
This week I spent $53.42 at the grocery store, $45 at Costco, and $16.25 at the farmer’s market. Ya’ll know I usually buy local raw milk. Well, for ease of travel and not having to bring the jar back from the ocean, I bought a half-gallon of organic milk from the grocery store. I got it home and saw that the pull date was August 12th. AUGUST 12th. Holy shit, what in the world are they doing to milk these days to make it last six weeks??????
What are you having this week? Is it hot where you are? If not, where are you, because I want to go there.