Summer: The Bane of my existence.

           I have a secret. It's a shameful secret for a mother of two young boys to have. It's so shameful, I feel I should be walking down the streets of King's Landing in the buff with a scary nun in front of me ringing a bell and repeating "Shame....Ding....Shame....Ding."

           
                                              (10 points to anyone that gets this reference)

 So with that said, I must confess my shame and get it off my chest. Sigh. Here it is...



                                                  I HATE SUMMER!!!

  That's right folks. You heard/read that right. I hate summer with a passion!

You must be asking yourself,  "But Stevie, why do you hate summer so? It is a time of play, a time to swim, and frollick in the fields with your children at your side."

              Indeed you're right. Summer is the time to swim, have a cook out, Baseball season, fireworks, and just down right have fun.

Please allow me to explain my utter hatred of the season of fun. I wouldn't mind the summer if I was in an area that didn't promise an immediate fiery death upon an excursion out the front door. Here in the good ole south, Summer is a death trap. (For me at least)

       The humidity levels are out of this world and when you walk outside in the dead of summer (such as now) it's like getting slapped in the face with a hot wet towel, garroted with it, and then slow roasted with it still strangling you like a mutated boa constrictor!

To top off all this misery, my air conditioner stopped working. Yep. So at this very moment, my living room is 83 degrees fahrenheit, and that's a cool temperature compared to the 91 that my thermostat was gloatingly reporting this afternoon. That's right people. My home, my sancuary, my place of peace and relaxation has been invaded by the evil that is Mississippi heat.

I am jealous of the people that live in an area that the summer time is always around the 70's. Hell, I'll take the 80's if it's a dry heat. 

I was watching a vlog on youtube a few days ago. The Shaytards. They live in Idaho. The first family of youtube and one of the families I would love to meet one day. Shay, the father said something about it being down in the 50's at night in August. I immediately gasped! 50 degrees?! In August?! Unheard of here.  

Summer is the bane of my existence and possibly the assassin that will do me in at the tender age of thirty......oh.....um.....I mean twenty five. Yeah. Twenty Five. That's my age alright. *nods unconvincingly.    25 years old. 

So with that said. Summer. I hate you. 

Sincerely, 

Stevie, the incredible melting mom.