I finally made it downstairs, out of bed and I am all happy to be in the middle of the chaos that is our home. Love it!
Now the middle floor is a bit cooler then the upstairs [bedrooms] because, as we all know, heat rises. I was suitably prepared for my foray into the middle regions [Don't kid yourselves Tadpoles I won't go into the basement until May. THAT is cold.]
I was all gussied up in my long johns [check] sleep pants [check] leg warmers [hush up, but check] slippers and a bathrobe [matching! check & check] I was styling, let me just say.
I wasn't staying warm. I checked the heat. 68 degrees - and it is working, so.....why was I so cold?
I was becoming colder as the minutes ticked by. I told Pooldad that I thought my fever had come back [chills] and I snapped "Oh great I am going to end up back in bed and I don't want to because I have things to do and I like my printer and real cable TV and the proximity to food and :: sniff, sniff :: don't make me go back...because noooooooo....I won't"
Two weeks of bedrest can do that to a woman.
It wasn't until Pooldad decided to visit our lovely little bathroom [located in our foyer] that he noticed that Wallene had arrived home from school and .....LEFT THE FRONT DOOR OPEN.
In January. In 30 degree weather. For over 45 minutes.
Yep. It's official. We live in a barn.