too hot for the hot tub

i have come up with a new math principle (something that is always true) in the last few days. it goes like this:

hot, sticky weather + screaming newborn + 2am = hard times

now, you must understand that we live in coastal north county san diego, and we fully realize that both hot and sticky are relative terms. we have tried to maintain some semblance of perspective, reminding ourselves that we don't live in the afar desert of ethiopia, where it is 120 degrees every day during the summer, and where they don't have clean, cold water in the fridge or fans to keep them cool. we have also tried to be grateful that we don't live in georgia, where the humidity is thick enough to drown you in your sleep, but we live in san diego, and when it is 90 degrees in our house when we are trying to go to sleep, we get a little bit edgy. add to that a child whose only method of communication is screaming at you till you do something about whatever is bothering him, and a clock that would say something in the neighborhood of 2am if only you could get your eyes to focus, and things can get down right ugly.

fortunately there are only a small handful of days each year when an air conditioner would be anything but an absolute luxury where we live, it just so happens we find ourselves barely on the other side of a handful of these days. mercifully today was much cooler, and tonight the temperature is actually dropping down to a "comfortable" level. yes, we are sissies, but we are sissies who are more grateful for our san diego weather now than we ever were before we had kids.

sweating with the oldies:
the day great-grandpa herold came to meet isaac