Last night, our air conditioner broke and I just started SOBBING DH was like "Oh God! Better act fast!" We have a good friend who is an a/c repairman and Matt was like "Um, sorry to call you at 8 p.m., but we have kind of an emergency on our hands." I was having a figurative and literal meltdown and I was putting those little lunchbox ice coolers all over my body (it was still 100 degrees outside at 8 p.m.) and all I could think was: maybe this will make me go into labor! But I kept crying, because it didn't...
Can you imagine what women did (or do, I guess) in rustic homes out on the frontier or in other climates/deserts during hot weather? Oh my. I am so thankful for how pampered we are.