Second floor sauna - Suburban Shalom

Now that summer is in full swing, or at least now that temperatures have started breaking records, our house has decided to rebel against the heat. Last week our hot water heater gave out. So after a few cold showers, we replaced it on Thursday. Apparently our HVAC system was envious of the attention we were giving the hot water heater, so the upstairs air conditioning unit gave out on us on Saturday. We have had to have this unit serviced every season since we have lived here to keep it rolling, but this time it appears it is beyond repair. Most unfortunately, it can’t be replaced until late this week. So the second floor of the house {which is where all the bedrooms are} is hovering right around eighty-eight degrees. The only thing that kind of heat-humidity combination is good for is the Toddler’s hair, which looks great up there. The rest of us have melted.

In the grand scheme of things, this is nothing more than a first-world inconvenience. And, for that I am thankful. And, we’ll continue to pretend that it’s fun to gather everyone into our bedroom so we can all be closer to the window unit the Spouse has rigged up… which cools the room down to eighty-three at night.

{We tried to tell them that the huge blankets were superfluous, but they would hear nothing of it}

Before the upstairs turned into a sauna, the girls were doing pretty well entertaining themselves up there in the afternoons. One of their favorite things to play is still restaurant. Typically the 2nd Grader is the server and the other two alternate between being cooks and patrons. When I was in college and graduate school I waited tables at a couple of restaurants. Not too long ago I found my old order pad from my stint at the American Cafe in Birmingham. The girls especially love to play with this because it’s authentic.

So, I was happy to find these orders from one of their “restaurant” sessions last week.

Whoever was seating in Seat #1 clearly knows how to live life to the fullest by ordering one ice cream, three pieces of cake and three donuts.

The patron at Seat #2 is far more conscientious about her dental hygiene seeing as she ordered a toothbrush to go along with her chocolate bar. {If I’m not doing anything else right as a parent, at least there’s that}.

Our diner at Seat #3 is playing it safe with both a vanilla and a strawberry… ice cream?

But, the mystery patron at Seat #4 is my favorite. She kept it simple with a Sutter Home. White, red, it doesn’t matter. Just bring her a glass.

Someone just might want to check her ID first.

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