I'll be honest with you, I think I hate summer. I hate the heat. I hate the humidity. I hate the sweat that gathers behind my knees when I sit on the ground with my children. I hate that I burn five minutes in the sun. I hate that my daughter got the same skin and wrapping her in a berka at the pool makes more sense that the sweet tutu swimsuit I got her. I hate that I covet my son's skin. This is the skin he inherited from his mostly Italian father. He can run around all day with little sunscreen and come out with the best tan ever! Pisses me off! Poor River is white as all get out and in order to preserve that skin she only gets about 15 minutes or so in direct sunlight. She's like a little vampire baby!
This week has been the hottest that I can remember. I mean, ungodly hot. Whenever I step outside it feels like I'm stepping directly onto the sun. I opened the door yesterday to ask my husband a question and the vile humidity hit me in the face and I slammed the door and decided to wait for him to come in. Rude, I know but I just can't stand it! This MUST be what it's like in the Sudan. I have no idea how people live there. These days I don't even stand by a window without lotion and Chapstick. I think it's starting to cool off a little bit but I couldn't really say because we've been hiding inside. It isn't worth the demon burns I get when I step into the light.
The only thing that gets me through this sweltering mess is knowing that my favorite season is around the corner. Thinking of the days where I can wear shorts and a sweatshirt helps me survive this blistering sweatfest. Also, when I brave the heat there is usaully water invloved and I get great pictures of my babies in the water! Thank God there's a pool!