November marks the beginning of the thermostat war in the Bennett household. We have three different control zones in our home and Scott and I have come to an understanding with regard to two of those zones but when it comes to the master bedroom it is all-out war.
I like the temp at a comfortable 72 because I don’t like heavy covers on me when I’m sleeping. Scott wants the temperature to hover at a temp so low you can almost see your breath.
I go to bed before Scott so my routine is to check the thermostat to make sure it’s at 72. Somewhere in the middle of the night though I wake up because my nose is running and my feet are frozen. I know that Scott has turned the thermostat down. So I tiptoe out of bed and set it back to 72. I hear the comforting sound of the heat kicking in. I slide back into bed and wait for the warmth to encircle me. Sneaky Scott must not really be sleeping though because at some point the thermostat finds its way back down to North Pole conditions.
I’ve tried using an electric blanket but it isn’t just the bed that needs to be warm – I need the air in the room to be a comfortable temperature. I don’t want to feel as if I’m camping outside. I don’t want to have an icicle for a nose. We have the modern convenience of climate control and I want to take full advantage of it.
Somewhere around April the thermostat war will come to a temporary end but until then, I’m sleeping with one eye open.