On the very boring subject of the heatwave (s), I really thought after that first weekend of headaches, my body adapted. I'd been fine except for the usual hot and bothered for weeks.
And then this weekend happened.
was a lot of running around on Saturday (too much actually - I had 5
plans) which is not good in the heat, but on Sunday it came to a head.
We returned from a lunch out after church where we waited much too long for food (the kids were so cranky), went to the Spar afterwards for a few
things and at one point, D said to me, "where's Kendra?"
She'd wandered off... as she does... and so we naturally freaked out.
It would have been very easy for a stranger to lift her up and just walk out of the shop. And she's the type who would be shell-shocked and not scream.
She was shaken and clung to us the rest of the time but no crying.
By the time we got home, I had a throbbing headache so I went straight to my bed.
Three hours later I emerged, feeling somewhat better.
Connor's also lost us for a minute or two before. D found him, pointed me out to him and he came running (isn't there a Jesus Culture song that goes "He comes running"? Okay, yes there is - here you go) to me and just SOBBED! Shame - poor boy.
So again, I am really not a big fan of temperatures in excess of 28 degrees. I'd be really happy at a lovely temperate 26 degrees or cooler.
The kids went for a swim and I didn't even hear all the squealing and screaming while that was happening.
However, the weekend was still a good one - I took GORGEOUS photos of flowers, the ground, leaves and such, and of course, of the kids on our way to the Santa Shoebox drop-off and I can't wait to show you when I get around to editing those.
Have your kids ever got lost in a shop before?