So. It's been a week. Camp ended over a week ago, and our routines haven't been back to 'normal' since Legoland. Work has been at a level of busyness that I don't ever remember experiencing before. I felt like I was hanging by a thread, and then our nanny took the kids home for 2 nights, for "Camp Pia" (her nickname). Relief, right? A little break!?
Aaaaand then I arrived home to a really hot house. Our A/C died*.
Now, I know Miami Beach is not Arizona. Our ambient temps typically rise to the high 80s, mayyyybe low 90s on a very hot day**. But our house -- oh, it quickly became unliveable. Something about the sun + lack of ventilation + lack of fans (we rely on A/C, admittedly) + the humidity -- currently it's 93 degrees in there and it is stifling. So, we moved to my in-laws.
We are incredibly fortunate that Josh's parents live 2 blocks away and have a house that can easily accommodate our family (although of course this wasn't by accident!). This move wouldn't have been that disruptive, except that for our kids it really was. Cameron quickly went on a sleep strike. Our kids are normally conked out by 8:30 every night (summer hours!) but over here he was playing furniture rugby at 10pm. Laughing. Mocking the exhausted looks on our faces. Annabel has reacted to the change in routine with a lot of emotional lability and acting out. And who can blame her? I basically want to have a tantrum, too.
Our new A/C was partially installed yesterday and they are (HOPEFULLY!) finishing up today. Our (only 3 year old) fridge stopped working in our 93+ degree house and I am fervently praying that it will resume functioning once the ambient temps return to a reasonable level (fooling myself!?). I have been on full on survival mode. I skipped a week of workouts, finally getting back to running this week. I have been eating total crap the majority of the time.
OH and currently I'm on call.
Anyway, so I started out trying to be positive and realize how lucky I am that we had somewhere to go, and that life can continue on as usual. But I am starting to just desperately yearn for normalcy. School starts next week. Hoping hoping HOPING that by then we are back in our house and resuming Our Usual Routines.
Hopefully coming up:
Nuuna notebook review
Pen-A-Palooza (review of various new pens that have been added to my life)
Hobonichi excitement (next year's covers and improvements are out!)
Lougewear/wardrobe thoughts (I want cute stuff to wear around the house)
Half marathon training plans
pre-training training plan
A has entered a superhero phase
Cameron passing out on the floor at like 11 pm OMG
C enjoying a quiet moment at our friend's house
* It was 16 years old so yeah, it was probably time, but it's NEVER time, right?!
** Before you get too jealous, keep in mind that our lows are 80-82 and the humidity is always, always high. Welcome to the tropics.