Life, seriously?

The Hip Husband and I got a chance to go out with friends last night to play trivia at our fave place.  Out of 28 teams we came in 7th, we considered that a victory.

Then we got home to discover our air conditioning moving air around but not making it cool.  Oh no.  This is combined with Scott's motorcycle losing electrical power, probably a fuse, day before yesterday.  It's sat around for two days in the shop we had it towed to without being checked.

I have orientation tomorrow.  I start school on Monday.  The kids start school on Tuesday.  We all must sleep.  No AC makes this a challenge.

All this is deal-able.  Scott can catch a ride to work with a friend that lives around the corner and works at the same company.  My classes are from 7 a.m. to noon-thirty, plenty of time to come home, change and pick up the kids.  We can get Scott from work, but this can't go on for too long.

Air conditioners can be repaired.  I know a woman who's husband does AC work.  I'm hoping he'll be able to come help me out.  It means I'm supporting independent business and hopefully he'll cut me a deal.

I can call and speak to the cycle shop, letting them know we've got to have an answer by the end of today so I can plan my life.

The part that I'm really upset about is that I'm going to be too hot and busy taking the kids to places WITH air conditioning I can't get the house ready for me to not be paying attention to it all day.

Scott told the kids this week:  Life as we know it is over.

I don't know why I'm surprised that everything seems to be happening right before a big change.  I'm glad it's stuff that I can deal with easily.  But, I would prefer to not have to play super-woman right before I have to start getting up at 5:30 in the morning.

Everybody think cool thoughts!  Ice cubes.  Popscicles.  Raspberry Mojitos.  Motel rooms.  Casinos.  The ocean at Natural Bridges in Santa Cruz.  The beer fride at HEB Plus.  Cooooool.  Coooool.  Coooooll.

Amanda's beauty tip of the day:  Remember, when your pores open up to perspire, it's also cleaning them out.  Celebrate!