J had the day off today, and he got this great idea.
See, in the evenings, we've been taking these lovely walks to the quaint downtown area of our little town, strolling along and really enjoying ourselves.
So today he said, "We should walk to pick the girls up from school instead of driving!" I considered it, and decided I was game. Exercise is good, the schools aren't that much further than the downtown area. Sounded great!
Yeah, it wasn't great. Not at all.
Because the one thing I failed to take into consideration is that our other walks have been in the evenings, when the temperature has started dropping, as well as the sun.
The girls get out of school in mid-afternoon, when the temps are high and so is the sun.
I took my trusty bottle of water and wore my
The walk to the first school wasn't that bad. We talked, we laughed. J and I always make each other laugh but for the last few days, we've really been on a roll, absolutely cracking each other up. It was fun! But it was hot. And before we even got to the first school, I was getting blisters. (picture my pouty face right here.)
Now you may notice I said "the first school". The girls attend 2 different schools, elementary and middle, which are in opposite directions from our home. This meant that after retracing our steps to the first school, we still had to go all the way down to the middle school.
It was hot. I had blisters.
The Princess thought it was a great adventure, until she decided she had to go potty.
Woops. We didn't plan for that.
So, we stopped at a gas station and by this time, the Ladybug's school was getting out. I texted her: "Start walking home."
So she did, happily texting me as I was dying of a heat stroke. At one point, she called me. I didn't answer but texted her back: "Hot as hell. In no mood to talk." She texted back: "Oooookay."
After we left the gas station, the Misting Fan of Heaven came on and the Shades of Glory were drawn. Clouds and sprinkling rain; it was heavenly! The good Lord heard my prayers and took mercy on my poor sweaty soul.
Ladybug actually beat us home.
Me to J: "I will NEVER do this again on purpose."