Our room gets the afternoon sun.  This means that the room can get really hot and stuffy.  Thankfully we have installed an air conditioner to cool the room down whenever it gets too heated up. 

For the past six months, I’ve on numerous occasions, complained that the air conditioner was not as cold as it should be.  This is especially felt in the afternoons.  My spouse would always give the explanation of the under powered air conditioner theory installed in a too big room. 

“But the air that’s being blown out if not cold,” I replied.

“It’s cold,” he insisted. 

I keep quiet to keep the peace around the house.  Maybe, just maybe, he could be right.

After six months of getting hot air conditioning complaints from me every other week, he finally relented and told me to get the air conditioner serviced. 

Unfortunately, the service company missed our appointment.  Business was brisk, and manpower was lacking.

The matter did not seem urgent, thus I procrastinated and did not remake another appointment. 

A few days after the missed appointment, my dear spouse decided that he would spend an afternoon taking care of our children. 

I was out when I got a call on my cell phone from him that fateful afternoon.  He was in our room with Brian.  I could hear the boy in the background.

“Have you made an appointment again to service our air conditioner?” he asked with great urgency. “The air conditioner has broken down.”

This sounded like bad news.

“What do you mean?” I asked. “Can you turn it on?”

“Yes, but it’s not cold anymore,” he replied.

I rushed home to find our air conditioner humming quietly like it always did every afternoon.  

“I told you,” I told my spouse.

If only he had volunteered childcare during afternoons six months earlier.   

Now we have cool air conditioning.

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