Monday, June 13, 2011

a little game

I like to play this time of the year

how long can we go without forced climate controlled air

Technically we've already lost this game (several times) due to 85* weather and a certain someones insistence that 80* is too hot for a home. I might agreed, but only due to the fact that my classroom wasn't temperature controlled yet. And the worst is sweating all day while chasing toddlers and coming home to a sweaty house.

However, the ac is officially back off and the game is officially back on!

I see it as a challenge (although I'm not as hard core as certain friends who may or may not refuse to turn the ac on until august)

As Spring begins I turn off the heat and play the game of opening the curtains, sun warming up the house to avoid turning on the heat. More reasons to snuggle under blankets right? We cook long meals in hot ovens just to add some warmth to our home.

As it gets warmer I begrudgingly close the curtains. Blocking out the sunlight I love for the sake of the game. Once the sun goes down (or to the other side of the house) windows flung wide open, fans placed appropriately to draw in cool air.

In the mornings I eagerly see how much I can get the house to cool down before heading into work. Today what started at 71.5, was all the way down to 68.5 before I left- victory!

I love having a second story house, cause second story windows can be left open all day letting cool air circulate. I love being "forced" to sit on the patio after work when the house is too warm to sit inside. Oh and the torture of having to drink a glass of chilled wine to cool down.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

teaching toddlers wreaks havoc on my nails

or why I don't get pedicures

During my break yesterday I glanced down and noticed horror of horrors my previously fabulously painted dark purple toenails look like they had been run through a sand blaster.

Nope just my toddlers

and their constant stepping on my toes
and their needing to drive small cars across my feet
and their lack of body awareness, oh were you standing there?
as they drive their bikes around and around (and over my feet)

not to mention the sandbox and its need for a teacher to sit in it to supervise, lest we start throwing sand at our friends, or like the curious move I watched yesterday as a certain lil guy sat with his mouth wide open, tongue hanging out as a friend 'wiped' sand off his tongue (ignoring the fact that her hand was equally covered in mud)

or the mulch piles where we dig for worms, grubs and roly poly bugs

These forces combine to create "hazardous working conditions" for my painted toes.

Some would say I could just wear close toed shoes. Ha! If I'm going to be outside for 2 hours each day, I will have fabulous flip flop tan lines!!!