Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Swamp Cooler Woes
When it gets hot, I get crabby. I can't stand being in a warm place, unless I'm sitting in a pool of cool water. If it's over 75 degrees, I can't handle it. Unless I'm swimming, which is something I can't do alone with 3 small children.
Here's the part where my husband is a saint. On Saturday he set up our swamp cooler, bought new pads, bought a new pump, got the thing all ready to go. And then it died yesterday. So made another two trips to the hardware store and he fixed it. Then it died again. We're pretty sure it has something to do with the gnarly spliced wires one of our homes 6 previous owners rigged up there.
Today he's at work like a responsible hard working husband. And I'm at home with 3 children, trembling at the 87 degree weather forecast today. I hope we make it. And I hope my husband knows I'm grateful for his efforts, even though I'm bound to be a grouch when he walks in the door tonight. A sweating sunburned grouch.