Texas is undergoing it’s 30th + day of over 100 degree heat. It’s been months since we’ve had rain. Where I’m sitting, there are three fans blowing on me, and I have my feet in a bucket of water. Our indoor temperature right now, at 12:31 p.m.? 111. That’s beyond comprehension when you have to be in it more than running from one air conditioned building to another.

As I sit here whining, my husband is out in the full sun mending a fence.

I feel like crying.

I feel like giving up.

I hate the heat.

I really, really do.

If we ever get past this moment in our lives, I swear to Georgia I will never, ever, ever get to this place again in my life, nor will I allow myself to be taken here.

This. Is. Hell.