It’s like a heat wave

So far, we have been having a pretty manageable winter in this neck of the woods.  We had one decent snow storm right before Christmas, leaving everything glistening like a Hollywood movie, letting us enjoy a true White Christmas.

Since then, the weather has been average really, hanging in the 20s and 30s, allowing the snow to linger and the kids to get great usage out of their sleds, snowpants, and boots.

A miraculous thing happened a few weeks ago.  We had an unseasonable January warm up, melting the snow piles and bringing neighbors out of hiding.  A true Nebraskan knows that this is just a mirage and the harsh reality of a midwest winter can resurface at any moment, so we have to get, while the gettings good.  The temperature gauge hits 40 and people leave their coats at home, shorts replace pants, the bikes come out and runners clog the sidewalks.  We know these days are rare gems and to squeeze out all the enjoyment we can.

Then Mother Nature reminded us where we lived.  Winter snapped back into existence with a stretch of days where the high, yes the HIGH, was 9*.  When you wake up and the newstation graphic says 3*, it just puts you in a different mood.

And apparently the switch from unseasonably warm to polar plunge, sent my daughter into a tail spin.  She does not enjoy the cold weather, not at all.  When the mercury dropped, it effected her brain….

Yesterday’s my husband stepped in the front door of the house and exclaimed, “It feels gross in here.”  And he was right.  Despite the cold winter temps outside, the house was unusually warm.  Quickly, I went and checked the thermostat.


76*!!!!  Holy Crap!  My first thought was, ‘Great, the heater is broken!  How much is this going to cost us?’

I looked at the settings.




Paige looked up at me, “I did.”

“Um, why?”

“I was cold.  I don’t like being cold.”

“It’s January.  Put a sweatshirt on.  Changing the thermostat is above your pay grade.”



  1. I’m embarrassed to admit that where I live it was 48 degrees when I woke up. And guess what the thermostat was set at? You guessed it! 79 because I’m just that big of a WIMP living on the West Coast!

  2. My roommate would set our thermostat to 65 to save money. Way too cold for me. I’d come home and switch it to 68. Muhahaha…

    My husband lets me keep it at 73. Good man. I still wrap up in fuzzy blankets though. 🙂

  3. I normally leave it at 68…when I feel cold I push it to 70. Nevertheless, I am always wearing a sweatshirt and have a throw blanket too.

    I’m not as cold as you…today was in the low to mid 40s….but the past two weeks were were in the mid 20s to low low 30s. Brrrrrrr…..though I like the cold most times.

  4. Laughing here. When I was a kid, we lived in a drafty old Victorian house and of course we would crank up the baseboard heaters in our rooms. Very expensive, so my mom turned the breakers off! Actually she told us she had them disconnected; I only found out later that she had just turned them off at the breaker box.

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