First & foremost:
I loooove my children. All 5. I love spending time with them. They are enchanting and amusing and creative.
HOWEVER, now that the disclaimer is out of the way:
Summer 2016 is upon us. I have 5 children, 2 dogs and a crotchety, lunatic cat (I am not petting her fast enough and she is attacking me) in my house.
Winters here in the valley of Arizona are perfection. Chilly but sunny, no snow on the ground unless you go up to the mountains.
Summers are a different situation. It is supposed to be 107 this week. ONE HUNDRED and SEVEN degrees outside. At that point it is too hot to sit in the shade. It is close to 95 degrees at nine in the morning. It is like living in the sun.
Something breaks in your soul when you have to brave 117.
Thank goodness for the public library. The library I take the kids to is literally a gift to my mental health. For some reason during less than ideal weather my typically awesome, chill kids turn into bickering, whining jerks.
The Library (bold and italics and said in a honey voice) is where I take them to explore the world in air that is conditioned for comfort. Long live the public library. Long live the librarian that accepts with grace the completely convoluted tale of the search for the book with a red cover that number two will take her on.
There are infant story times, music, science programs, reading challenges, BOOKS, air conditioning and currently a very cool Maurice Sendak exhibit.
Plus, the wifi here is AMAZING.