Seriously, stinking, putrid hot. The air is grey because Utah is burning. But I could be one of the firemen on the lines trying to battle the wildfires in this misrable heat. I'm not, so I'll pray for those who are.
My children are restless.
Seriously, stinking, beat up on each other and scream restless.
But I get to stay in my house away from the heat. It could be worse.
Apparently I am in charge of the entertainment.
Not only for the children, and the husband, but also the cat. I am also in charge of the meals, the laundry, working part time, and painting the living room. But at least I am not working two full-time jobs.
Clearly I am cranky.
But I'm trying very hard not to be. So I'll just keep doing what I'm doing and pray for rain. Won't you join me?