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The Fan = Spawn of Satan

Or so says The Hubster.

Part of the difficulty in marrying a man almost as old as your dad is the fact that, well, he's almost as old as my dad.  There are days where I swear The Hubster is younger than I am.  There are days where I swear I married a man ready for the grave.

One of his "things", for lack of a better word, is his intense hatred of being cool.  Or cold.  Part of the reason that he moved from NY - he hates the winter with a passion that never will die.  He also despises the feeling of air rushing across his body.  Yup, he is weird.

Having had two kids in 15 months, my thermostat is a bit, well, funky. I am constantly hot.  Not hot in a good way.  More like sweat running down your bra, pooling in your belly button, stick your head in the freezer for respite type of heat.  I keep the thermostat set on 73, and I keep the ceiling fans on.  That's my compromise.  No fans, the thermostat drops to 70.  I despise being hot.  Unless, of course, we are doing the mattress dance.  Then sweat is mandatory, baybee.

He thinks that 73 is Antartica, and whenever he comes home, he turns it up to about 78.  The upshot of that was, I used to wake up convinced I was in hell.  Now, since we did the room addition, we separated the zones and I can keep cool upstairs while he is warm downstairs.  All is wonderful.

Except when he comes upstairs to sleep.  I have the ceiling fan on, and he immediately turns it off.  The sound of the fan turning off never fails to wake me, and I wake up fighting.  We argue for a minute or two, before he drops off.  I wait until he's snoring - not hard to do, since NO ONE ALIVE could sleep through that - and turn it back on.

I can't wait for fall, when it cools off.  Partly so that I can be cooler, and partly so he can relax about the damned fan.

Comments

You'll like my house, then, because I am a proponent of 70 degrees.

I too can't wait for the fall. I live where we get the afternoon sun and our apartment gets totally hot. It seems that the cats live in the tub or sink where it's cool. *sigh* to be that small.

Well the apple doesn't fall far from the tree!
Glad to hear that the OT session was well received..Hopefully you will be able to pick some of these things up quickly and do them at home! Mabye you need to do the brushing protocal on the Hubster to desensitize him from the fan!
HEHEHHEHE

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