I don’t know if it’s hayfever or if we’ve all just run into a batch of a spring cold or what, but we’re all sick. I’m stuffed up and have a headache, Darin’s got a sore throat, Sophia’s got a runny nose, and poor Simon: he’s thrown up twice in the past two days. (And this is a kid who’s never thrown up.)

I’ve decided to concentrate instead on how many days left until escrow on our new house closes. On how many more nights we sleep in the temporary housing (8, in case you’re wondering).

On getting a new supply of tissues from the drugstore.

According to weather.com, it’s 75 in Cupertino right now. According to me, weather.com should get out of the weather business. I took the kids to a park this morning and thought we were all going to get heat stroke. I put Simon in the sand under the jungle gym (where there’s shade), and instead of running off like she normally would, Sophia stayed right with us. In the shade.

This has been a tough week.

We finally got air conditioning in the apartment (on the third day—if they hadn’t fixed it by then I was going to check into a hotel and let Darin work it out with Apple). But the apartment is on the third floor of the building with no elevator (haven’t these people heard of the Americans with Disabilities Act? it’s a new building!), and lugging my 25-pound sack of potatoes (named “Simon”) up and down the stairs multiple times a day isn’t going to happen. So when we leave the apartment in the morning, I have to find stuff for us to do until we go back in the late afternoon and wait for Daddy to get home.

This has turned out to be somewhat harder than I was expecting it would be.

For one thing—I know this is minor, but it’s indicative—where do I take the kids for lunch? If it weren’t for that three flights of stairs (six, actually, because each flight is divided into two sections), I might take them home, but I’m not doing that. So I have to find restaurants, and after a while the idea of giving your kids chicken fingers and french fries again begins to turn your stomach. So that’s been an adventure.

Haven’t found a preschool. Haven’t found a babysitter. Haven’t even gotten together with one of the groups of mommies I know is in the area (my fault—I lost the numbers and have to get them again).

We’ve had majorly ugly escrow-fu this week that I will discuss once the doctor says my blood pressure has regularized.

So, it’s been tough. I know that overall it’s worth it and in a few months I’ll be saying, “Yes, yes, I remember that slight hiccup in the road, nothing major.” But right now—things are hot all over.

(Oh, I forgot one thing: Simon has started walking! And now we’re in a place with no babyproofing. He careens all over the place, inordinately proud of himself. I can’t wait until we’re in the new house and he can learn the fine art of walking on grass!)

I just ran into a little snafu today. We checked into the corporate apartment, finally (a day later than we had originally planned, which is a long, excruciating, and ultimately not very interesting story) and discovered our Internet connection wasn’t working.

So today, after arranging to get someone to fix the air conditioning (which wasn’t working, so the place was 80 degrees last night at 10pm, which is especially exciting with two kids), I called to find out about the Internet hookup.

Short answer: $150 for the two weeks we’ll be in the apartment…and they can’t install it until the middle of next week anyhow.

So: no Internet on hand (quick: sign of the Apocalypse or no?), and I’m currently logging on by parking outside my brother-in-law’s apartment and hopping on his bandwidth. Which I can do maybe twice a day, with kids in the back screaming, “Hey! We want your attention right now!”

I’ll work on a few extremely exciting entries to make up for this shortfall.