It's about 5 million degrees outside and the humidity is making for one bitchin' sauna... Problem is, I don't love a good sweat. I'm from the great white north. I'm pretty sure that ice running in my veins is a necessity for survival!
So my summers are spent indoors with my beloved A/C, or in the car and then a quick jaunt into a building with more beloved A/C. I don't do well with the tropics, so my idea of a perfect getaway is a cabin in the snow-capped mountains. I'm not a hottie in a swimsuit and I therefore layer on a sarong, or T-shirt, making the heat that much more unbearable. It's best if I just stick to the winter-y cabin retreats.
With a little one, we aren't finding time or opportunity to 'get away'. So here I sit, in my lovely air-conditioned, and mildly cluttered home. Sippin' ice water. Watching bad reality TV (Yes, I watch ALL 'The Real Housewives of...' shows.) I'll admit it, it makes me feel better about myself and my life to see just how jacked-up their lives are. My husband doesn't understand that. I don't know why it works for me, but it works, and that is all that matters. They have so much in financial assets, yet they are paper-thin as far as personalities go. Those women are so busy going to clubs, going for drinks, or going shopping that they have no time or interest in their families. My Lil' Man took his first steps this week. I just couldn't help but think if I had him in a daycare, or had a nanny, I would have missed that. I made the best choice in the world when I went part-time at my job. The decision Mike and I made to not put Matthew in childcare is the best decision for us as a family. I want to be the kind of mom that my mom was. Involved! You just won't see us outside unless we are in temps under 80 degrees, and I'd have to wake Matthew up extra early, or keep him up extra late for that now...
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