2 am

For those of you who have been reading this blog since the beginning, you know that I spent the last year and a half in the South for a school. As of this month I AM BACK NORTH! hooray! Not that I didn't love all that the South had to offer, but I prefer the North.

However, moving back is an ordeal in itself... please note that Husband has been living as a bachelor (oh, me too) up here for some time. He (and me) is very set in his routine, especially when it comes to the "right before bed" routine. Teeth brushing-normal, face washing-normal, all that other stuff- normal. It's the next part that gets tough to decide whose "way" is better.

We have baseboard heating in each room, so I like to turn the heater to ehhhh 70 (I mean it IS 20 degrees outside). Husband likes it cold, really cold. The kind of cold you need 6 blankets just to keep from getting frost-bite. I think the other night I saw my breath, or a ghost, I was nearing hypothermia so I am not exactly sure. We tried (are still using) a DUAL control heated mattress pad (whoever invented that should get some sort of medal-genius). I usually have mine on high and my dearest husband has his off. Poor guy still gets hot, because the heat from mine radiates through the whole bed.

So, the past couple of nights we put the heat (or lack of heat) the way he wanted... Icicles on my eyelashes, fingers numb until two in the afternoon the next day, and I am pretty sure "Buddy the Elf" stopped by mistake-thinking it was the North Pole. BUT we did it his way. Eventually, I did fall asleep and husband slept like a dog laying in his favorite sunny spot (weird dog reference from the weird dog person).

Tonight we put the heat where I wanted it... 70 degrees and sunny! It was glorious, for the first three hours. Until I realized that he was NOT the only one that enjoys the arctic tundra to sleep in. As I type in our 70 degree room, the dogs are snoring LOUDLY and they have changed positions so many times that they are both now by the door, far away from the heater. My husband is breathing heavily, he seems to be gasping for air in the pleasant tropic I have created. All this noise, I can't sleep, not to mention I feel guilty for their poor night of sleep.

Oh beautiful Hawaiian Tropic it looks as though I will not see you until summer. It's 2am, time to hop back on the Polar Express, back under 6 blankets and enjoy my side of the heated mattress pad, on high of course!