Our air conditioner broke on Tuesday evening. Marcus and I had been out for our first date night in a looooong time, so BJ the Manny was here with Dean. BJ noticed it was a little warm, but assumed it's because, and I quote, he's a "bear," and thought nothing of it. When we arrived home, I went up to check on the sleeping bebe only to discover warm air shooting out of our vents. This happened once before because our A/C froze from being turned down too low, but after a few hours, it thawed and was back to normal. We turned it off and hoped this was the case this time, too. It wasn't.
As soon as BJ left, Dean woke up crying because he was hot. We got him some cold water to drink and brought him, along with all or bedtime stuff, down to the living room where the three of us camped out on the couches for the night. We were actually fairly comfortable under the ceiling fan and with the box fan pointed at us. Fortunately, i remembered to put pillows down on the floor in case Dean rolled off. At 2am, I opened my eyes to find him on said pillows. I"m not sure whether he rolled off the couch or just decided it would be neat to sleep on throw pillows, but whatever. He woke up around 6:30 Wednesday morning, looked around and, realizing we were all in the living room, said, "Cool!" He was very concerned about his daddy, who slept on the couch while Dean and I shared the sectional. I assured him his daddy was fine and we began our day.
Around noon it got unbearable. We put Dean in the car, hoping he'd get a nap while we drove around aimlessly, enjoying the car's A/C. A call had been made to our A/C repairman, but we'd had to leave a message. Dean slept about 20 minutes. Finally, we went home and ate a lot of popsicles. Around 4:00, my dad called to say he and my mom would treat us to a hotel stay for the evening. We were out the door 20 minutes later.
Marcus found a great deal on priceline.com and we ended up at a hotel featuring free dinner AND breakfast. The room was great, the food was good and we had a blast in the pool. It was like our own little mini-vacation. Now here's the thing about our son: he LOVES hotels. He thinks it's his lot in life to touch every single thing in a hotel room and he's mildly obsessed with hotel bath tubs. The first thing he did was pick up the phone, which we promptly unplugged, lest the little dear rack up a thousand dollar phone bill by calling Belize or something. He then got into the closet, rode on the luggage rack, discovered the satellite radio (and danced), then popped up the footrest on the recliner, where he spent most of the evening hiding under a blanket. And he stripped, because OF COURSE he did.He ran around like an insane man for hours. We finally caught him at 10pm (TEN PEE EMMMMMM) and made him lie down. Eventually he gave out and so did we. On Thursday morning, we discovered him lying sideways on the bed, spread out like the letter X.
After reluctantly checking out of the hotel, we came home, let Dean nap under the fan, then smiled all the way to the bank when the A/C guy told us our repair would be EXTREMELY affordable. (Like, so affordable we didn't have to use a credit card--score!) It's delightfullly cool now and we're all rejuvenated from our one-night vacation. AND AND AND! Tonight we have REAL plans with REAL friends who also have REAL children! Adult conversation! Squee! Other children for Dean to play with and fun to be had and pizza to be eaten! Squee some more! In case you couldn't tell, we're really, really excited. Squee! (one for the road)