I’m a Winter girl. While I hate the wind it brings, and I get annoyed when it rains right as school pick up or drop off times roll around, the cold does not bother me. Not one bit. I am that freak you see walking around in a sleeveless top and thongs (flip flops) while others are wrapped up in scarves and worshipping the hot coffee that thaws out their hands. Cold? I just don’t feel it.
If you want to kill me however – crank up the earth’s furnace. I just don’t cope with heat!!
Looking back to my childhood, I have never coped with the heat. I remember a stinking hot day in primary school going out to get a drink from the water taps because I felt sick, only to completely scar the other girl doing the same when I looked at her, rolled my eyes back and proceeded to suicidally faint – hitting my head on the wall, the tap, the edge of the tap basin, and finally the concrete ground. And going that far back, ‘stinking hot’ would have been about 35 degrees then, not the 50 we can reach now…
Wasn’t the first time I had passed out from the heat, and it would not be the last. The heat and I just do not get along. Fast forward a few (quite a few!) years, pack on some post baby / drive thru loving weight and I hate the heat even more now. Especially if it produces anything liquid that runs down my body!! AKA sweat! ICK! A dry heat I can tolerate providing I can mumble and moan… but a humid day is my kryptonite.
These past two days have zapped all my super powers! The below picture pretty much sums up our current weather:
Dead Cat hanging. Poor Max. No, he’s not dead… he just felt it was too much effort to lift his head up after it slid off his sleeping spot. Poor Coolah seemed to be coping even worse, which is ironic as he has less fur…
Naaw, look at Max looking on with such concern… how much longer would he have to wait for Coolah to fall off so he could take the spot in front of the window?
Today hit a very unpleasant top of 39 degrees (celcius). The last weather check I did last night, it said it would be 31. Big difference. Especially when miss five asked if she could ride her new bike to kinder this morning and I said yes. I felt so proud of myself – walking the kids up instead of driving. Especially as I needed to grab some groceries, I had a bad night’s sleep due to being too hot, some muscle in my foot was making it’s presence very known, AND it was the first ride on her new, bigger bike.
Apart from one really awesome crash (down hill – freaked out child forgot to apply breaks – stopped at full speed by a chain rail!!!), it wasn’t too bad a walk. Except for the unpredicted overheating. I couldn’t get over how hot I was… blaming it all on being completely unfit and overweight. That was until I got home and realised at NINE AM it was FREAKING 30 DEGREES ALREADY!!! What the???
It was all downhill after that. With the waste of space evaporative cooling system this house has, it turned my wooden floors into ice-skating rinks and my poor soaps into crying masses of accumulated soap sweat. Even my CP soaps were sweating!! My poor M&P Rufus Soaps are going to have to be rehomed to my bathroom instead of the order they were created for.
Given it’s not even December yet – the official launch month of our Summer period, I’m scared for what’s ahead!! My plan to play with body butters has ground to a screeching halt and I’m considered not bothering with listing all the kids/specialty soaps I can do as if today was any prediction for what’s ahead, M&P will not even be a consideration. I mean my CP soaps were sweating man!! The ones IN their boxes, ON their shelves, stored in the room with THE most airflow in the entire house!!!!
Summer… I am dreading you!! I can’t soap at night – the coolest period of the day – because it wakes my kids. Damn you sound making stick blender!!
And I can’t soap during the day for fear of dying from heat exhaustion. Ooooh, geez imagine fainting while mixing the lye. EEEK! And even if I did manage to successfully create soap – how sub-par will it be if it’s constantly sweating. *panics at the thought of DOS*
My laundry is nice. It’s cool. It’s also about the size of a kitty litter tray. So unless I move my washing machine OUT (hey i’ve seen European TV shows where theirs is in their kitchen!!) and just move racks and racks of shelving IN to store everything… I’m kinda screwed right now!
Think I will wait until my brain isn’t being slow roasted inside my own head to decide any major moves. For now, it’s time to try and get some sleep… and not wake the kids with my rendition of the wicked witch “I’m melting…. I’m meeeelllting” as I walk down the hall. Oh, you know I would be doing that too!
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