Wow, haven’t we had some fabulous weather this week? It’s been warm enough to fool you in to thinking we live somewhere exotic. I love the sun, and would be out all day just enjoying the nice weather, but Neil and my hubby aren’t such big fans.
My word of the week this week is:
It’s all I’ve heard this week, ‘it’s too hot’, ‘I’m too hot’. I may have even uttered the words myself. I love nice warm summer days, lazing around at the beach, dipping in the sea to cool down. I’m quite happy to don my nice floaty summer clothes and soak up the sun…. during the day. My question is why does it have to be so bloody hot at 3am? It would be nice for a little breeze to come in at about 10pm and hang around until the morning, just to cool my house down a bit.
Neil and his Daddy really can’t cope in the heat. I don’t know if it’s an ASD thing, but it really seems to mess with Neils senses. He spends most of the day whining about being too hot, that his head is too hot, he becomes slow, lethargic and almost unable to function, and he sweats like mad. I’ve never known another child to sweat so much.
Getting Neil to sleep on a good day is certainly not an easy task, but with this damn heat it’s making it ten times worse. He was still awake at 3am this morning. 3am! He’ll be waking up soon too, and so will be tired and grumpy from having little sleep, and then he’ll be extra grumpy because he’s too hot. My husband is exactly the same, and together they really are not coping with this at all.
Here’s hoping we get a nice cool rainy day sometime in the next few days so we can restore a bit of normality in to the house.