Dear Desert Heat,

For the record, I realize that we chose to live here.

Sort of.

I mean, we were going to lose our health insurance, so we needed to do SOMEthing.  The Hubs found a job here with great benefits...so...whatever.  The details don't really matter.

The thing is...I'm sick of you.

Sorry to be blunt.

But you make getting in the car so flippin' harder than it needs to be.  Do you know how complicated it can be to shuffle 3 kids out the door?  Thanks to you, they MUST have shoes on too, because the ground is WAY TOO HOT for them to deal with getting their shoes on en route. (What?  Am I the only one who deals with shoes in the car, especially when in a hurry?  Ehum, once said shoes have been FOUND, that is.)  By they time we're all out of the house (with shoes on), the car is so hot, it feels like we might die. The little buckles for the seat belts practically cause second degree burns, and the steering wheel feels like it's on fire.

(As a public service announcement, and for the record, do NOT -- I REPEAT DO NOT -- leave glow bracelets in the car when it's 115 degrees.  They explode.)

The whining that commences while the air is blowing at it's max is enough to drive me batty.

Look, Kids.  I know you're hot.  I'm hot too.  The freaking car thermometer is reading at 121. Let's not talk about it.  Let's all just sit quietly and stare out the window with gratitude that we have a car.

(Okay, maybe that's not EXACTLY what I'm thinking, but you get it.)

When I turn on my faucet, there isn't any cold water.  I couldn't take a cold shower if I wanted to right now. Everything melts.  The produce spoils faster.  We can't even take the dog for a walk, because A) It's too hot for humans and B) The ground burns her paws.  We find scorpions inside our house. (Have you met Fran?)  Good grief, it's already over 100 by 9 am everyday.

Anyway, in particular, I'm not a big fan of what you do to insulin.  Mr. Rose is the ever-efficient-electric-bill-paying-man over here, and he wants the house set at 80 all summer. Electricity is EXPENSIVE during the day, so we try not to use much...no laundry, no dishes, no lights, hardly any TV...but we canNOT turn the air off.

No way.

Mama would DIE.

(Yes, I realize that 80 is less than 115, but 80 is still HOT.)

When you live inside a house that's 80 degrees and your child's life depends on insulin, you become very mindful of the difference between 80 and 86.  Insulin spoils at 86.  So, really, you only have a 5 degree variant.  But....if you're cooking, and the kitchen -- where you keep a vial of insulin at "room temperature" to decrease the risk of air bubbles in the pump -- gets hotter than than the area around the thermostat....say.....by 5 or 6 degrees.....

Well, then you have high blood sugars to deal with...and all that jazz.

Yes.  I know I can keep that vial in the fridge.

But I'd rather keep the house at 75.

And fast forward to October.

Just sayin'.