Summer is my least favorite time of the year for a number of reasons.
- The kids are home from school.
They fight and argue constantly and I have to find ways to keep them occupied. It’s hot, humid, and muggy and we don’t have a pool. There is a pool at the YMCA located down the street, but they charge ten bucks each person to swim and the pool is indoors and heated. Nobody wants to swim indoors in a heated pool when it is 99 degrees outside. A couple of weeks ago, the kids were arguing and fighting and I was tired of hearing them yell. They were complaining about the indoor air temperatures and wanted to adjust the thermostat so it was only 68 degrees in the house. I told both of the kids that we can’t adjust the thermostat that low because it won’t break the air conditioner. A couple of minutes later, I walked down the hallway and I saw that it was 65 degrees on the thermostat. I nearly lost my mind and I got very angry and started yelling at the kids. They told me that it was too hot and I decided to show them what real heat can be like. I made them go outside and sit in the garage while they cleaned up. I made them clean the shelves and the floors and I didn’t let them come back into the house until the entire area was spotless and clean. I doubt they will find time to complain about the indoor air temperatures again this summer.