I’m a little hesitant to admit this because everyone’s so excited about it. But…, here goes…. I hate… hate… HATE the heat. HATE it.

I’m sitting here in my living room half-distracted byThe Bachelorette (Jason’s so cute…, am loving all the testosterone — is it hot in here? wait…ugh YES), and I’m SCHVITZING — beads of sweat on my forehead. Ew! Cheeks burning. Legs restless in search of a cool spot on the couch…? Sweat…BEHIND the knees. Ew ew ew!

I feel like cutting my hair TOTALLY off, like I had it in university. Josh-O LOVED it like that. But, alas, I have no time for such self-pampering luxuries, unless hair salon doesn’t mind screaming baby because that pretty much describes my teething little rascal lately.


That pout. It KILLS me!

Maybe it’s not teething, though, maybe he, too, hates the heat…. If hair salon will have me, LOOK OUT, choppity chop chop.

Worst thing about the heat might be the guilt. In this SUPPOSEDLY gorj hot weather, I want nothing more than to stay indoors. But, I have two monkeys depending on me to show them a good day, which, of course, means getting the heck out of the house and “enjoying” the sunny weather — even THOUGH, they’re perfectly content playing indoors, see?:


I’d sooner sit on the FLOOR with them ALL DAY than go outside in this HEAT.

I totally had to DRAG them outside for a walk today, and it was so hot that Monkey fell asleep in the stroller and Rascal cried the whole time. I’m telling you STAYING INSIDE is the way to go! It’s just that EVERYONE says if it’s “nice out,” one should be “out enjoying the beautiful weather”…. So, I feel like I HAVE to take them out, or I’m a selfish, terribly horrible mother.

Oh, oh, ohhhhh! But, can’t I just enjoy the weather from INside? I mean, I can see it PERFECTLY from my window….

I’m telling you, Gorgeouses, I ENVY my indoor cats on HOT days like today….


Ahhh, that’s the life….

I don’t really know what to do. It’s a little bit of a conundrum. I CAN’T BREATHE in this heat — and it’s only MAY! What on EARTH am I going to do in the REAL HEAT of summer?

Don’t get me wrong, Gorgeouses, this hatred of the heat doesn’t come out of nowhere. Remember last summer? When I was in the THIRD TRIMESTER OF MY PREGNANCY? It was, like, 40 degrees and I was a BEACHED WHALE? Ring any bells? WELL, that was totally traumatizing. TOTALLY. TRAUMATIZING.

Sigh…, I guess the plan is this: I’ll continue taking the kids out when I can handle it — in the morning, for brief periods in HIGH HEAT OF AFTERNOON, and for a long walk at DUSK, which the rascal TOTALLY LOVED this evening….

I’ll figure it out….

On another note, Rascal’s SITTING UP IN THE TUB AND…LUVIN’ IT!


So fresh and so clean…!

So, how’s the weather where YOU are, Gorgeouses?

And, hey! You KNOW I have NOTHING to write about when I’m TALKING ABOUT THE FREAKIN’ WEATHER! It’s sooo weather’s fault. Too hot to think. But, oh! Dearest MUSE of the BLOG, INSPIRE ME WITH SUBJECT MATTER COMETH TOMORROWETH? SMOOCHES! Haley-O

Wait…TWILLY? She gave TWILLY a rose? Huh? Is it because he looks like Scott Baio?

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