Well here we are. Nineteen days in a row of 100-degree heat. It’s been quite miserable, hasn’t it? Most summers in Texas are pretty miserable to this Minnesota-born girl, but even I have to admit this one has been especially bad. But the main question this span of 100-degree heat has me asking is, why don’t children feel the heat like us grownups? Or maybe I should ask, why doesn’t MY daughter feel the heat?
It starts from the moment she wakes up in the morning. My dear daughter is begging to go outside. She stands at the door to the back yard and repeats it over and over again: Outside, outside, outside... And she’ll go on for a long, long time if you let her!
I think surely if we go outside for 10 minutes she’ll realize how miserable it is and want to head back in. But no. She could be out there all day if I let her! Now don’t get me wrong. I love that she wants to be outside. I’ll take this any day to her standing in front of the TV begging me to turn it on for her. But I’d prefer she save it for a cool, spring morning or a breezy, fall day. Even our dog, who loves the outdoors, knows better and spends the day napping in a cool corner of the house.
Maybe we’ve all just gotten a little too used to having easy access to air conditioner. When our power was out for about 36 hours last month, we packed up and headed to a hotel. I guess the real babies in this family might be mom and dad.