Our air conditioning is out. Oh, woe is me, woe is me. I feel like I'm back in Europe. Erin, I don't know how you stand it!
I woke up sick this morning, with congestion, a sore throat, fever, the whole works. So after feeding the Littles their breakfast, I decided to lie down while they played in the living room. The time to get ready to pick up Chloë was fast approaching, and I wanted to be all set.
Only, I wasn't.
I called Rob, who was going to half a half-day at work and leave to meet me up in Williamsburg, and asked if he'd mind going to get her alone. I was so upset - I was dying to see my baby - but I just didn't have the energy in me to drive the whole hour-plus up there and another hour back, let alone lug things around in the heat. I felt miserable. I felt rotten. Wah, wah, wahhhh.
So I felt like crap, and I felt like a crappy mother, but at least the wee ones were ready for their nap. I sent them upstairs and went right to sleep on the couch. I don't know how long I slept, it must have been hours. When I woke up, I suddenly felt tons better. I talked to Rob, who was on his way home with our little girl, and got excited to see her.
Then they were home!! She was back! She flew into my arms with full force, hugging and kissing and squeezing. Or was that me? We talked all about her time at camp, and she decided to post a blog about it. Did you read it?
Rob started unpacking her suitcase, so we could see what all she used and what she brought home - no bugs! - and I heard him behind me saying, "I don't want to say her raincoat is too big, but look at this!" and here he was. Silly boy. I don't want to say he's little, but...
I was feeling a little better, so Chloë and I went upstairs to take a shower together and do a whole bunch of laundry, while Rob worked on the air conditioning. He decided the problem was lack of freon, so hopefully we can get someone to come out this weekend and fix it. I'm dying here!
Hey, I didn't promise to be fascinating today.
Or any day.
That's all I've got. Peace, I'm out.