It’s the beginning of a heat wave in Jersey. I dread it. I hate feeling warm. I hate sweating even more. I’m making mental note of items in my closet that will allow me to be comfortable and look half way decent at work.
My sister (who knows me well) assured me the air is up and working, so no worries when we go to her house this afternoon for my nephew’s b-day. (Because if I know I will be required to sit on someone’s deck in the humidity, getting sucked on by mosquitoes, with that horrible trickle of sweat running down by back… I’ll think up ANY excuse not to go. ) My mom and dad just had central-air installed last year. (How did they live without it?) Prior to that, I avoided their home the entire summer. And my husband has scored mega points today for getting up early to install two window units in the house. (He knows me even better – I am the biggest bitch when it’s hot and muggy.)
I’m sooooooo thankful my school is air-conditioned. So it’s not so bad, as long as we don’t have a fire drill and have to bolt out of the building, down the street, and stand in the heat until someone remembers to call us back in. Of course, the kids are sent outside for recess. They come back in afterwards all cranky, smelly, and red-faced.
I must say, I was quite proud of myself yesterday at school. It was Field Day, 85, and muggy. I wore my staff shirt, capris, sneakers (YES, we were allowed on this day to wear them!) and I was OK as long as the kids didn’t beg me to play a game. When I got moving a bit though, I felt the sweat starting at the back of my neck. By the end of the day, my long brown hair was a damp, frizzy mess. But the kids loved seeing their maestra acting like a kid.
Come to think of it, it was fun. Sweaty, but fun.