February 07, 2009

What Color Carpet is at These Award Ceremonies?

I’m just racking up Bad Mother of the Year Awards this year.

And its only February.

First I send my kids to school with bacon sandwiches on slightly stale rolls because I didn’t have any meat in the house (by the way, they were a hit) and then… I let them nearly freeze to death in their sleep.

Or so it would seem, according to them.

Y’all know the ongoing saga my husband and I have been having over heating the house.

Living in South Florida we don’t get that cold here and when we do, it’s not for very long.

Unfortunately, however, in a concrete block home, we retain the cold. Once its here… it is here.

We had another cold snap and I told everyone to suck it up, they could surely deal with a home at 68 to 69 degrees, they just needed to wear more clothes.

I was pretty damn emphatic too.

I was home Thursday morning, doing things around the house before I went into work, when I had to put on another layer. I looked at the thermostat and it said 65.


I figured if I was being such a hard ass about the heat at night with it at 69, I needed to suck it up during morning and deal with 65.

Flash forward to last night, we were getting ready for bed when my husband said, ‘I know you don’t want to turn on the heat, and honestly, I don’t get it. We air condition the house in the summer, why can we not heat it in the winter? But whatever, I just wanted you to know, that your sons informed me that they are so cold at night when they sleep, they can’t sleep. Your second son got up and got more blankets, wrapped himself in them and crawled back in bed and was still shivering. Your eldest son, got out of bed, put on socks, jeans, and a hoody and crawled back in bed and says he was still cold.”


He was using my kids as weapons.

What could I do?

Feeling like complete and utter crap I said, “Fine…” and I turned the heat to 69.

Now… we have two thermostats in this home and I’d not been checking the one in the back side of the house, just the front… and that was evidently the mistake.

I was in the car with Ringo today and I said, “I turned on the heat last night” and the following conversation ensued to the best of my recollection.

Ringo: I know. Thanks. It was really cold.

Me: I heard you put a hoody and jeans on. You were still cold?

Ringo: I was shivering. Mom, it was so cold in the house…

Me, realizing I’d never checked that back thermostat where they sleep: Did you look at the thermostat?

Ringo: Yeah, it was 56 degrees.

Me: Holy crap.

Ringo: Mom, it would have been warmer to sleep outside.


Lesson learned… check that back thermostat before I get too testy about the heat.

Also... I have noted, that not one child would speak to ME about the house being cold. They all went to the parent they KNEW would side with them... their Dad.

Everyone was afraid to talk to me, which is absolutely cracking me up.

Muwahahahahaha! Next time I feel powerless in this home, I need to just reassure myself that after all, I *AM* the Air Boss. Heh.

Posted by Boudicca at February 7, 2009 10:02 PM | TrackBack

I sense something; a presence I've not felt since... The Force is strong with this one.

Posted by: Bob at February 7, 2009 10:31 PM

P*ssies. Let them know the place was in the upper 30's when we got up for TAS.

Posted by: Toluca Nole at February 7, 2009 11:56 PM

Bob- If you ask my boys, the presence is the Force of the Dark Side. They are the guys in the white hats and I'm the one wearing the black one.

TN- Our house was in the 30s? I think I remember blowing smoke in the house... the space heaters... the big frickin' rat.

Posted by: Bou at February 8, 2009 12:18 AM

56 you say? That's like a heatwave in Michigan. It's been mostly below zero since December, and this weekend it got up to 40. Everywhere I looked today, every one was wearing short sleeves and shorts. I myself wore flip flops in addition to only shorts and a shirt, but then I've been known to go barefoot in 3 feet of snow to class on campus.

Posted by: Andrew Ravencroft at February 8, 2009 02:47 AM

My kids love to play outdoors when its in the 50s... but inside the house, they just hate it that cold.

Posted by: Bou at February 8, 2009 03:56 PM

When we stayed at my Grandparent's in Arkansas for Christmas, they only had a wood stove in the main area. All the rest of doors were shut.

It was cold enough to see your breath in the room. I would get in bed and make a warm spot and stay. If I rolled over to a cold spot, I instantly moved back. And I would make sure to pee good before going to bed so I would not have to get up at night.

Posted by: Amy at February 8, 2009 08:28 PM

Amy: Kinda like my great grandma's house. She actually eschewed indoor plumbing and is one of the few people I know who used an outhouse. In the winter frost formed on the seat. In the summer, wasps liked to hang out there. It wasn't the kind of place you would dawdle.

Posted by: PeggyU at February 9, 2009 04:13 AM

It is suppose to be a heatwave in Michigan this week, near 40 all week.

We are rejoicing!

I actually was wearing just a long sleeve t-shirt in the house this weekend. With the sun coming through the windows it got up to 71 in the house.

Posted by: Quality Weenie at February 9, 2009 09:24 AM