I have entered my annual August Doldrums, and I am in a horrible funk. The heat and bickering kids and have I mentioned THE HEAT, have dragged me down.
Even though this is my 15th summer in Texas, I still have not adjusted to the heat. This summer's been a particularly tough one given that the triple-digit temperatures started back in June and haven't stopped. We've had something like 43 days over 100 degrees. I long for cool temperatures and rainy days.
I truly believe that I suffer from a summer version of Seasonal Affective Disorder. But unlike those who suffer from it in the winter, I can't order a special lamp to help.
My kids seem impervious to the heat, begging for trips to the pool and the park. But the very idea of getting everyone into swim suits and coated in sunscreen and then loaded into a broiling car just exhausts me. So we stay at home, and the girls fight with each other.
So if you don't hear from me much in the next few weeks, it's because I'm hibernating in my dark, air conditioned house, waiting for winter.