Good morning everyone!
In case you haven’t noticed, it has gotten hot again. That ugly two word phrase “heat index” which usually comes with the equally ugly “heat advisory” has slipped back into my weatherman’s vocabulary. I think our heat index was somewhere between 106 and 108 the other day. When that happens, our house gets a little warm; our poor air conditioner does the best that it can, but only manages about a 20 – 25 degree temperature differential during the day. At night the house cools down, but when the heat index is over 100, it is still several hours after sundown before the air conditioner gets to rest.
The other night, we put Kayla to bed at her usual bedtime. An hour later Kayla started crying, so I went into her bedroom to see what the fuss was about. She told me, “Mommy, I’m hot.” I gently pointed out to her that the fact that she had her bedspread, a thick blanket and a sheet tightly cocooned around her might have something to do with it. She emphatically disagreed.
Rather than teach her elementary thermodynamics at 9 p.m. on a Tuesday night, I decided to make another gentle suggestion. Perhaps, I urged politely, the room might feel cooler if she used her ceiling fan? As I did so, I turned the fan on for illustrative effect. I was told that solution, too, was unacceptable because it meant that the fan would be rotating while she was asleep. A little less gently and politely, I mentioned that the fan rotating was the whole point of the exercise. She remained unimpressed.
At that point, the tired parent part of me kicked in. I told her that I was sorry she was hot, but she had to stay in bed. As she crawled back under her comforter, the blanket and the sheet, I had one last idea. I told her that I would bump the air down another two degrees, but that it would take a while for her to feel any effect because the air conditioner hadn’t even gotten below 76 yet. A little teary-eyed, she sniffled her way to sleep as I closed the door.
Kayla managed to find her way to sleep and out of her conundrum. When she got up the next morning, she showed me that she had turned on her fan. She also conceded that having it on did make her feel better. Whether this was sans bedspread and blanket, she failed to share.
Have a great day everyone!