Mmmm...okay...so it’s not enough that the garbage disposal, dishwasher, washing machine, the van brakes, the stove door, and Ariel’s computer all went kablooey. And we had to buy a generator after the storms to power the sump pump. Nope, not enough.
On Saturday afternoon, I noticed that the living room was getting hot. Now this isn’t surprising given the fact that the outside temperatures are flirting with 98 and 99 degrees. But it felt too warm for inside. Granted the flue cover on the fireplace isn’t working so I had to shove a piece of heavy duty Styrofoam into the flue to keep the air conditioned coolness inside. The fit wasn’t great, but it couldn’t account for the warmth. So I stood on an air conditioning vent—it was pumping out hot air. I immediately assumed that one of my minions was playing a cruel joke and had turned on the heater...until I checked the thermostat, which was set to cool.
This was bad, very bad. Cal checked the breakers. They had popped. So I was hoping that we’d discovered the problem. We fixed the breakers. And restarted the air conditioner. Then Cal checked the outside unit. He yelled for me to turn off the air conditioner—the outside unit wasn’t working. It smelled like it was burning.
So the temperature inside the house started to rise. Sweat beaded up on our necks and noses. I made the mistake of opening the windows Saturday evening, thinking that the cooler air might drift into the house. Big mistake. The cooler air didn’t drift, but the humidity did. The gauge showed the indoor humidity to be 76%. Yeah, so we live in a swamp. (Thankfully, we have a window air conditioner that Cal put in our bedroom window. The kids sleep on air mattresses on our floor. Everyone except Luke—he’s determined to tough it out and sleep in his room. We think that he’s crazy.)
This morning, I’m waiting for the house to hit 88 degrees. It’s normally at that point that everyone gets irritable. Around 95, everyone gets too hot to be crabby.
We’re waiting for the clock to read 8:00 so we can start calling repair guys. I hope that they aren’t already swamped. In the meantime, my Aunt Judy says that we need to take our “appliance imps” to family planning because they’re reproducing way too quickly.