It has been so humid and miserable lately. I am seriously considering never leaving our basement. Our house has three temperature zones: arctic, temperate and tropical. Our house isn't that big, but the A/C just can't seem to get it's stuff together so the basement is 66 degrees while the first floor is 71 degrees (which is what it is set for) and the upstairs is 79 degrees. We had an HVAC guy out a couple of months ago and he basically told us we were up a creek as far as getting the second floor to a more comfortable temperature. The steamy upstairs is, of course, where our bedrooms are. In past summers, we have added a small window unit in our bedroom to keep me in my preferred climate of walk-in freezer. But since the introduction of la bebe, I was concerned that a) it is so loud that I might not hear her and b) it would be unmotherly for me to luxuriate in the coolness while my baby swelters in the next room. So, we both swelter, with only fans to cool us. I understand that 79 degrees is not misery inducing, for most people. However, I like to use my covers and 79 is a might warm for that, even just a sheet. The fans help, sort of. They push the hot air around and give us the perception that it is a tad cooler, but it's still hot.
We're having a glorious storm right now. This afternoon, Sophie and I sat in the foyer watching the rain run down the glass door while some absolutely gorgeous lightening streaked across the sky. Surprisingly, the little bean was not frightened by the thunder. She has slept through some serious booms tonight, too. Meanwhile, thanks to the storm, the temperature has come down to a very reasonable 70 degrees. Aaaaaahhhh. Maybe our second floor will actually be the temperature we want it to be for a change. I'm off to bed to go enjoy this, while it lasts.
Autumn, how I long for thee.