Five Things I Learned from a Broken AC
Our AC died right before the current heat wave in Philly. For the past eight days, it’s been hotter in my house than it is outside.
Luckily, a co-worker gave us a window unit for the bedroom. This where we now live. But, our moods still vacillate anywhere from adorable affection to frenzied frustration depending on our location in the house.
Other than hydrate, hydrate, hydrate -- what have I learned from this humbling experience?
- You can live on salad. There’s been no cooking in my house for the past week unless you count coffee. Rather, you enjoy surprisingly refreshing dinner salads like watermelon, feta, radish, and avocado. Every night.
- If you’re already sweating, you might as well sweat A LOT. I pushed myself to start working out again in one of the warmest rooms in the house. T25 + kettlebells = one hot mess. But it felt great. And I never say that.
- Turn off the tv and read a damn book – or 5. I never wanted a television in the bedroom. While that seemed like a mistake this past week, I’m actually spending a lot more time with a few good books that have been on my nightstand for weeks.
- Excessive napping is okay. When the bedroom is the only room with cool air, extra sleeping is unavoidable, not lazy at all and completely acceptable.
- You love your husband/You hate your husband. To be fair, this one can probably apply to an average day in my life. But it’s definitely heightened when you are sweating it out together. Comfortable temperature = true love. Unbearable warmth = why did I marry you?