This past Saturday night, Baby’s room felt stuffy at bedtime. I checked the thermostat, and it was 80 degrees. It should have been 73. I double checked the settings and continued putting Baby to bed.
It didn’t cool down. It got hotter instead.
Sunday morning we called our home warranty company to place a service request for the air conditioner. Of course our AC would break on a weekend with a brutal heat wave.
By Monday morning we had to escape. I sent the pup to doggie day camp and ran some errands with Baby. We were home by one to meet the repair guy. When he arrived, he went back and forth from the AC unit outside to the breaker panel in our basement multiple times, eventually reporting that the fan and compressor were both broken.
The good news: With our home warranty, we will only have to pay $75 for a $1700-1800 fix.
The bad news: It’s going to take a few days to get the replacement parts ordered. The repairman told us that we should receive a call from the warranty company later in the day after he filed his report (the company was responsible for ordering the parts). He also said that while he couldn’t tell us to leave… we probably should. I looked at a very sweaty baby and then back to him in agreement. By this point Baby’s room was 91 degrees.
We sought refuge at my husband’s parents’ house (aka Baby’s Grandparents). At this point Baby had pretty much skipped his afternoon nap, but he fell asleep in the car on the way to pick up Sirius. Baby caught some bonus Zzz’s on a detour back to our house, because I had (of course) forgotten my wallet at home.
Back at my in-laws with the pup, Baby ate his dinner and played. By 7:00 p.m., I still hadn’t heard from the home warranty company, so I called them for an update. Baby entertained himself during the call:
I was happy to get someone on the phone so late, but not so happy to learn that the repairman had never filed his report, which meant that the replacement parts definitely were not ordered that day. I also asked about and learned that the home warranty company would not help us at all in regards to being displaced from our home.
I am grateful that we are very welcome at my in-laws. Baby, on the other hand, is not a big fan of change. He absolutely loves visiting his Grandma and Grandpa, but when it comes to sleeping, pack n’ plays are not his forte. So, for the next few days I’ll be holding him until he falls asleep and praying that he doesn’t wake (for the sixth time) as I try to set him down and sneak away. Of course, the puppy has to bark throughout the entire process for only God knows why.
It’s hard to upload a post while holding a baby, so Thursday’s post may need to be delayed. In the meantime, please send some cool thoughts our way!
If you needed to leave your house for a few days, where would you stay?