It gets hot here. Hotter than I've ever been. Hot enough to fry an egg without a frying pan or a fire on the hood of a car. Hot enough to make your eyeballs bake. Hot enough so that you feel thirsty when you are drinking, or even scarier not thirsty at all because you just want to sit in the shade and wither up. It is hot.
I have been through two pregnancies in the heat. The second one was when Abe was about a year and there is this picture of us both sitting in buckets in the the bathroom grinning. I was crying really, but I grinned for the picture so that I would not have to beg my husband to erase it. I am sitting in that bucket with my muumuu floating around me. Abraham is nude.
Our house is not what you call privacy orientated. There is no on suite bathroom, just two narrow hall like bathrooms with eastern toilets at one end and the steel door at the other. The top 20% of the door is just a grid. Needless to say we can hear it all when you are in there, not just the singing at the top of your lungs, the whispering too. The apartment was also designed so that the wind would blow through the house making it cooler and allowing the upstairs neighbors to peek in on us as they walk up the stairs. We changed that with colored plexiglass.
However compared to the bathrooms that was nothing. There is no shower per-say just a faucet that shoots water in the space between where you walk from the sink to the toilet. This means everything gets wet so in our family we leave our towels outside, grab them and then head for the bedroom. In the heat I love to make a dash for the ACed room and feel cold for about 10 seconds.
However we have guests coming. They will be living with us for a week. I am not sure how this will all pan out.
Abe, getting passed naked from one parent in the shower to the other who will dry him off.... not going to happen.
Abe standing talking ninety minutes a mile at the person going to the bathroom.... not going to be an option.
Getting dressed in a room where you don't bump the sink, the wall and the bathroom door trying to get dressed without getting you shalwars wet.... that's a nada.
Running, or tap dancing, to the toilet letting the door swing wide behind me as I make a desperate dash to the toilet before my post pregnancy bladder erupts.... guess that will be a no!
I guess it will be a rather long week in that regard but I am full of thankfulness. Why? Because before my husband married me he did not even have a bathroom in his house. Now we have two bathrooms side by side, both inside our front door. What luxury! Hope our guests see it that way too.
I have been through two pregnancies in the heat. The second one was when Abe was about a year and there is this picture of us both sitting in buckets in the the bathroom grinning. I was crying really, but I grinned for the picture so that I would not have to beg my husband to erase it. I am sitting in that bucket with my muumuu floating around me. Abraham is nude.
Our house is not what you call privacy orientated. There is no on suite bathroom, just two narrow hall like bathrooms with eastern toilets at one end and the steel door at the other. The top 20% of the door is just a grid. Needless to say we can hear it all when you are in there, not just the singing at the top of your lungs, the whispering too. The apartment was also designed so that the wind would blow through the house making it cooler and allowing the upstairs neighbors to peek in on us as they walk up the stairs. We changed that with colored plexiglass.
However compared to the bathrooms that was nothing. There is no shower per-say just a faucet that shoots water in the space between where you walk from the sink to the toilet. This means everything gets wet so in our family we leave our towels outside, grab them and then head for the bedroom. In the heat I love to make a dash for the ACed room and feel cold for about 10 seconds.
However we have guests coming. They will be living with us for a week. I am not sure how this will all pan out.
Abe, getting passed naked from one parent in the shower to the other who will dry him off.... not going to happen.
Abe standing talking ninety minutes a mile at the person going to the bathroom.... not going to be an option.
Getting dressed in a room where you don't bump the sink, the wall and the bathroom door trying to get dressed without getting you shalwars wet.... that's a nada.
Running, or tap dancing, to the toilet letting the door swing wide behind me as I make a desperate dash to the toilet before my post pregnancy bladder erupts.... guess that will be a no!
I guess it will be a rather long week in that regard but I am full of thankfulness. Why? Because before my husband married me he did not even have a bathroom in his house. Now we have two bathrooms side by side, both inside our front door. What luxury! Hope our guests see it that way too.
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