As summer approaches and temperatures rise, energy bills often follow suit as air conditioners work overtime. Fortunately, there are ways to keep your home cool while maintaining energy efficiency and keeping costs manageable.
While air conditioning is a lifesaver during sweltering heat, it comes with environmental trade-offs. Air conditioners are a significant contributor to greenhouse gas emissions, which exacerbate global warming and lead to more extreme heat waves. Scientists warn that temperatures are expected to rise annually, but you can strike a balance between staying comfortable and reducing environmental impact.
Here are 12 practical tips to help:
1. Clean Your Air Conditioner
Blocked vents and dirty filters hinder airflow, forcing your air conditioner to work harder. Regularly cleaning the vents, filters, and ducts—or hiring a professional to do so—ensures smooth airflow, improving efficiency and lowering energy costs.
2. Schedule Professional Maintenance
Even if you handle basic cleaning yourself, it’s wise to have a professional inspect your air conditioning system. They can identify issues such as faulty wiring or poor airflow, helping prevent costly repairs later.
3. Maintain a Consistent Temperature
Avoid large temperature fluctuations during the day. Keeping the thermostat steady reduces strain on your air conditioner during peak heat hours.
4. Opt for a Higher Temperature
Setting the thermostat to around 70°F instead of lower temperatures can cut energy use by up to 20%. Lowering the temperature too much not only increases costs but also impacts the environment.
5. Turn It Off When Possible
Take advantage of cooler nights and breezy weather by turning off the air conditioner and opening windows. When no one is home, turn off the system or set it to a higher temperature (around 70°F) to conserve energy and give the unit a break.
6. Be Mindful of Peak Hours
Energy usage peaks in the afternoon and evening when temperatures are highest. Spend time at cooler spots, such as a local pool, lake, or air-conditioned public space, to reduce reliance on your air conditioner during these hours.
7. Close Windows During the Day
If you’ve enjoyed cool night breezes with open windows, remember to shut them in the morning to keep the rising heat out.
8. Block Out Sunlight
Closing blinds or curtains during the day can significantly reduce the amount of heat entering your home, keeping your air conditioner from overworking.
9. Use Fans Alongside Your Air Conditioner
Ceiling fans are excellent for circulating cool air, allowing you to rely less on your air conditioner while maintaining a comfortable indoor temperature.
10. Cook Strategically
Minimize the use of heat-producing appliances during the hottest parts of the day. Opt for microwave or slow cooker meals instead of using the oven. Alternatively, prepare cold dishes like salads or charcuterie boards to keep your home cool.
11. Improve Ventilation and Insulation
Proper insulation is key to efficient cooling. Seal any cracks or gaps, use weatherstripping, and ensure your attic or basement is well-insulated to prevent cool air from escaping.
12. Invest in a Smart Thermostat
Although smart thermostats require an upfront investment, their programmable features help optimize energy usage. They can adjust temperatures automatically while you’re away, ensuring efficiency without sacrificing comfort.
By adopting these tips, you can enjoy a cooler, more energy-efficient summer while keeping costs—and your environmental impact—in check.
My In-Laws Kicked Me out of the House with a Newborn – They Regretted It Soon
When Mila’s in-laws kicked her out with her newborn baby, she was devastated. Little did they know, their actions would come back to haunt them in ways they never imagined.
Hey everyone, Mila here! Being a busy mom of a one-year-old keeps me on my toes, but that’s nothing compared to the shocker I got recently. Ever wondered how you’d feel if your in-laws kicked you out of the house with your newborn baby? Because let me tell you, that’s what happened to me…
So, here’s the deal. Living with my hubby Adam’s folks, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, seemed like a sweet idea at first. You know, the whole “big happy family” thing. Turns out, sugarcoating a cactus doesn’t make it any less prickly.
Their daily arguments were like clockwork. Every. Single. Day.
It always started over the dumbest things, like the TV remote. My sweet MIL wanted her evening soap operas, while my ever-so-enthusiastic FIL needed his baseball fix.
It wouldn’t be so bad if it didn’t escalate into yelling matches that could wake the dead, let alone a cranky newborn.
Honestly, I just tuned it out most of the time. But with my little Tommy finally asleep after a rough night, the yelling started again.
I was fuming. Here I was, rocking Tommy back to sleep for the hundredth time, and they were downstairs going at it like toddlers over a bucket of Legos. Finally, I snapped.
I stormed downstairs, ready to unleash the mama bear within. But before I could launch into a lecture, I saw them sprawled on the couch, cool as cucumbers between their yelling sessions.
“Hey,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm, “just so you know, the baby’s sleeping.”
“What’s your point?” Mr. Anderson replied, barely glancing up from the TV.
“My point,” I said, my voice rising despite my efforts to stay calm, “is that your shouting is waking him up.”
“Oh, come on,” Mrs. Anderson chimed in, rolling her eyes. “Babies need to get used to noise.”
“I think we can argue quietly,” I said, trying to keep my cool. “Just for tonight.”
Mrs. Anderson scoffed, “You know, Mila, when Adam was a baby, he slept through anything. Maybe Tommy just needs to toughen up.”
I bit my tongue. “Maybe. But right now, he’s just a baby who needs sleep.”
“Hey,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm, “just so you know, the baby’s sleeping.”
“What’s your point?” Mr. Anderson replied, barely glancing up from the TV.
“My point,” I said, my voice rising despite my efforts to stay calm, “is that your shouting is waking him up.”
“Oh, come on,” Mrs. Anderson chimed in, rolling her eyes. “Babies need to get used to noise.”
“I think we can argue quietly,” I said, trying to keep my cool. “Just for tonight.”
Mrs. Anderson scoffed, “You know, Mila, when Adam was a baby, he slept through anything. Maybe Tommy just needs to toughen up.”
I bit my tongue. “Maybe. But right now, he’s just a baby who needs sleep.”
Then, I turned on my heel and marched back upstairs. A few seconds later, I heard Mr. Anderson’s booming voice erupt.
“How dare she?!” he hollered, his voice laced with venom. And then some real “nasty” words boomed which I can’t share here but hope you understand the kind of things he’d said.
Then, he burst into my room, without even having the basic decency to knock.
“Just so you know, you don’t shush me in my own home. This is MY HOUSE. I gave my son the money to buy it, so you don’t get to tell me what to do. If you think you’re so smart, then take the baby and go live with your mom where it’s comfy and quiet. Maybe when my son’s back from his business trip, he’ll think about letting you come back.”
Ugh. Did he seriously just call this HIS HOUSE? And the tone?
My blood pressure shot up, but I held my tongue. Maybe he was just mad and wouldn’t mean it in the morning.
Morning came, and the hope I clung to vanished faster than a free donut at the office. I found my MIL in the kitchen, humming along to the radio like nothing happened.
“Hey, mom,” I started, hoping for a flicker of remorse. “About what Dad said yesterday—”
She cut me off with a nonchalant wave of her hand. “Honey,” she chirped, “my husband has a point. It’s his house, after all. You know, boundaries and all that.”
“Boundaries?” I repeated, incredulous. “Like the boundary that separates a grown woman from wanting a peaceful home for her child?”
“Now, Mila, there are certain ways things work around here,” my mother-in-law said, taking a pointed sip from her coffee cup. “Living in a joint family means respecting how we do things. You can’t order us around.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but before I could unleash another mama bear roar, my FIL materialized in the doorway, looking like a thundercloud on legs.
Tears pricked my eyes.
Here I was, a new mom with a screaming baby, and my in-laws were practically shoving me out the door. Hurt and angry, I stormed back to my room, tears streaming down my face.
I packed a bag for myself and Tommy, my hands shaking with rage and disbelief.
As I walked out the door, not a single goodbye came from either of them. They just slammed the door shut behind me, leaving me feeling utterly alone.
The next few days were a blur at my mom’s place. My haven felt more like a crowded life raft, but at least it was quiet. I called Adam, who was still on his business trip, and filled him in on everything.
“They what?” Adam’s voice was exploded with fury. “They kicked you out?”
“Yeah,” I sniffed. “Told me to go to my mom’s.”
“I’m coming back,” he said firmly. “I’ll be on the next flight. They can’t do this to you.”
Adam arrived late that very night, his face etched with exhaustion and anger. The moment he walked through the door, he enveloped me in a tight hug, holding Tommy close as well.
“I can’t believe they did this,” he muttered into my hair. “We’re going to sort this out.”
The next morning, we packed up our things and headed back to the Andersons’.
Adam was fuming, but he was determined to have a calm, rational conversation. As soon as we stepped inside, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson were waiting, looking smug and unrepentant.
“So,” Adam began, his voice steady but cold, “what’s this about kicking Mila and Tommy out?”
My FIL crossed his arms. “Adam, we discussed this. Our house, our rules. Mila needs to understand that.”
Adam’s jaw tightened. “Dad, this isn’t about rules. You can’t just throw my wife and child out like they’re nothing.”
My MIL sighed dramatically. “Adam, darling, it’s not like that. We just need some peace and quiet around here.”
“Peace and quiet?” Adam’s voice rose. “You call screaming at each other every night peace and quiet? Tommy needs a stable environment, not this… chaos.”
My FIL’s face darkened. “Watch your tone, son. This is our home. If you can’t respect that, then maybe you should leave too.”
I clutched Tommy closer, my heart pounding. This was escalating fast.
Adam took a deep breath, clearly struggling to keep his temper in check.
“Listen, we’re family. We should be able to work this out. But right now, we need to think about what’s best for Tommy.”
My MIL rolled her eyes. “Adam, you’re overreacting. Babies cry. It’s what they do. A little noise isn’t going to hurt him.”
“A little noise?” Adam shook his head in disbelief. “Mom, it’s not just the noise. It’s the constant fighting, the tension. It’s not healthy.”
My FIL jabbed a finger in Adam’s direction. “You think you know better than us? We’ve raised you and your sister. We know what we’re doing.”
“Maybe you do,” Adam said quietly. “But that doesn’t mean you can dictate how we raise our son. We need to find a solution that works for everyone.”
Mrs. Anderson snorted. “Good luck with that.”
Of course, my in-laws weren’t happy about it and never spoke a word to me. They kept up their nonstop arguments, louder than ever. I knew they were making noise on purpose this time, but I didn’t say anything.
But here’s the kicker—a couple of days later, the doorbell rang and my FIL opened the door, only to GASP.
Two police officers appeared at the door and ushered my FIL and MIL out. It then came to light that Adam had called the police on his parents for kicking me out of MY OWN house.
The truth hit me like a punch to the gut.
Adam confessed that the money his father gave for the house went to a failed business venture. He then revealed that he bought the house in my name, using all his savings, and kept it a secret from me and his parents.
Fast forward to that evening, I was cradling my baby in the nursery, relieved to be back home, the very place my in-laws had forced me to leave. Then, the phone rang, shattering the quiet. It was my in-laws. I hesitated, but I picked up.
“Mila,” my MIL said, her voice unusually soft, “we didn’t know it was your house. If we had known—”
My FIL cut in, “We’re sorry, Mila. Really. We didn’t mean to—”
“It’s not about knowing whose name is on the deed,” I interrupted. “It’s about what you did. You kicked a woman and her newborn out because you didn’t like something. That’s not okay.”
There was a pause. Then my MIL spoke again, “So, can we come back?”
“No,” I said firmly. “It’s enough for me to know what you’re capable of. I don’t want you in my house anymore.”
Silence. Then a quiet, “Alright,” and they hung up.
I looked at Tommy, peacefully sleeping in his crib. I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. “We’re home, buddy,” I whispered, “and we’re staying right here.”
Now, look, I don’t hold grudges. But kicking out a new mom and her baby? Living with family is about compromise, right? These two, though… they acted like they were the king and queen of the castle, and Tommy and I were just guests.
Am I crazy here? Let me know your thoughts in the comments! Thanks for listening, everyone.
Here’s another story: When Edith overheard a private talk between her husband and his mother, she unraveled startling truths about their marriage that ended up saving her life.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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