Oh, the humidity!

It seems rather perverse and obscene that it should be hot in Russia. In my mind it there was a constant snow cover on the ground and never got above 60 degrees. I was very wrong, of course, and so we have a lot of long johns, boots, thick socks and sweaters and only one pair of shorts between the three of us. The shorts we do have belong to Dave and are cammo so are of little use to the rest of us.

We had our first really hot day about a week ago and have been suffering ever since. There are no curtains or blinds in our house so I have hung sheets on the windows as a temporary measure. We were advised to buy fans early as they are considered a seasonal item and when the stores run out they don’t restock.  Luckily, we have three, but I think we would probably be better off with thirty. Ugh.

AJ doesn’t really seem to mind the heat. All I brought for her were long sleeve onsies, so I hacked the sleeves off of a couple of them and now she is crawling around like a little hillbilly redneck Russkie. Although, now that I think of it the heat might be getting to her because her new trick is to sit on her butt and spin three sixties while laughing like a maniac. She likes to sleep with a fleece blanket from home, and even though it is a billion degrees (no hyperbole at all) she can’t really get to sleep without it.

Dave and I are melting. Just melting. We are really fortunate that Dave’s work truck has AC as a lot of the other Americans do not. The heat has made it pretty difficult for us to sleep and the fact that it doesn’t get dark till eleven pm makes it harder still. I have told Dave that we need sleep masks. it would certainly help our sleep deprivation. I am all for it, but I can’t get Dave to agree. I think it would be incredibly adorable  for the two of us to have matching sleep masks. Maybe embroidered with ZZzzzs or closed eyes with long eyelashes. He is so stubborn.