It's not Christmas. And it's not September's back to school.
Round our house, the most wonderful time of the year is June. The one month of the year Bruce and I do no argue about how to manage the house temperature. In our typical warm but not yet stinkly humid month of June, we can keep the heat off, the A/C off AND sleep with the windows (comfortor being an optional thing).
Bruce is a polar bear. He DIES in heat. I, on the other hand, do not like to be cold. Ergo, during the winter he argues the temperature is set too high; in the summer I say the A/C is too low.
Sounds like a minor problem, right? Well, if you've ever had to cross swords with either of us, you know we're both pretty stubborn. Even at 5am when we've both been up getting ready for work (before Mr. T was born), we've had a fight about the house temperature.
I get some leverage now with Torran being in the house. Can't freeze our baby in his bed after all he's been through, can we. Of course, if he develops his father's internal heating system, then I'm out of luck.
Maybe our vows should have said for hotter or colder rather than richer or poorer?
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