I touched the thermostat. I know what was I thinking? I was thinking that it was cold. As a matter of fact, it was colder in Minnesota than it had been in about 20 years. So I turned the thermostat up 2 degrees. I know it was 2 degrees because it’s a digital thermostat and I changed it from 68 to 70.
That’s where it all went wrong. I heard him before I saw him. My husband was moving quickly on heavy feet. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
“Who turned the heat up?”
Well since I’m the only other adult in the house and the only other person who knows how to work the thermostat, I’m sure he knew the answer to that question. So I just looked at him.
We’ve been married for almost 25 years and this standoff is nothing new. I’m sure it’s not just in our house. He lectures about the gas bill while I pretended to listen knowing that as soon as he turns it down and walks away, I’m going to turn it back up.
That’s what the furnace is for to heat the house and most days I don’t touch it but when the temperature dips to -20 air temperature I rebel. Its just part of my devil may care attitude when it comes to heat. And so the war continues. 25 years and counting.