Swamp Tits

I wake up at 3:30am and I’m HOT! Waitwaitwaitwait…what? Why? I have a/c and a fan in my room. But I look and see the fan isn’t running. Oh God no. I go to turn on the light. No light. Shit. Did I pay the bill? Yes. Ok how long is this going to last? Cue screaming sweaty baby NOW. Oh this is fun. -__- FUCKfuckfuckityfuck Ok now what. Start taking clothes off the baby and get a wet rag to wipe her down and cool her off. It feels like 100 degrees in here. But its probably maybe 85, I’m just freaking out. Nothing like good old fashioned panic to make a situation more sweaty. But I’m doing good. I’m staying calm. I peel off the baby’s clothes and change her wet diaper and then wipe her head and neck with a cool wash cloth. It seems to startle her at first but she gives into it and her yells turn to wimpers. I wipe my own face with the wash cloth and it does feel good.  The power kicks on and fans start running again. Thank you Jesus. Seriously, thank you… I go to the kitchen to get a drink and see the thermometer on the fridge says its about 90 degrees. I was close. I see the time and notice it’s 4:12. My alarm is set for 4:30. Booooo.
I get to work in the kitchen. I start boiling water for oatmeal. Might as well make a bunch of it so it’ll be ready for when the kids wake up. Then I open the fridge to decide what do I make Migue for lunch? Well there’s leftover chinese food from take out last night. Sorry to continue my lazyness of not wanting to make dinner pour over to not in the mood to make your lunch either, but it is what it is. As I’m warming up leftover shrimp and chicken, I’m still feeling hot as fuck. And not in a sexy way. But at least the fans and a/c are running and the temp is closer to 85 than 90 now. But it still happens. I get nauseated and have to lay down. I think I might vomit but Migue is up now and doing his morning business in the bathroom, so I’m sure as shit not going in there.
I hate this feeling. This nausea. I had morning sickness the whole way through my last pregnancy and that’s what this feels like. I’m not pregnant. I’ve checked. Plus we are being carefull. I am just getting old I think. I used to be able to handle the heat like a champ. I even loved the heat because it meant going to the beach or the pool. I still love those things, but getting there is an issue when you feel like you’re going to pass out trying to function.
After laying down for a few minutes, the feeling looses its power and I’m up again, putting strawberries and almond milk in Migue’s oatmeal and cream and sugar in his coffee. He leaves and I notice something… it’s quiet. The baby fell asleep again and the bedroom feels fresh from the air circulating. This is good. I am going to lay here and enjoy this till. My nausea is still like a lump in my stomach, but it’s tolerable and speaking from expierience, I know it will go down soon.
Now to try and relax for a bit before the day starts. Happy Tuesday!