I came home today after a much-needed play date with great friends and my house was 62 degrees. Funny how in the Spring, this temperature is cause for shorts and a trip to Captain Sundae. But during a Michigan “Arctic Blast”, this temperature is scary because it means the 1988 furnace in my basement is probably finalizing its slow death. I left my fleece on, kept gloves and blankets on the boys, and called my friend Adam who bravely began his own heating and cooling business last August. Thankfully, he came to my recuse for the second time in 24 hours and tried to explain the ins and outs of my dysfunctional furnace.
I love how, when I have that little bit of a nervous feeling around repairmen, I either smile and nod, ask exorbitant amounts of questions, or find some way to escape using dirty diapers as a reason to run from the explanations. I don’t understand furnaces, even though I gathered some basics from Adam. In the past, I’ve pretended to know what a flame censor does or how much exactly we even pay for our energy bill (thanks for taking care of that Josh). All I know is that I spent an hour or so facing the potential reality that my family might have a cold home in the dead of winter, and it took one grasp of Oliver’s icy little hand to give me worlds of perspective.
Josh came home from work today with stories about feeding the homeless on his lunch break. We frequently brag about the quality of the people at Williams Group, and experiences like this woven into his work day really prove that he works for some great folks. I can’t imagine ever being homeless, especially in the dangers of subzero weather. But it certainly makes me appreciate the fact that 62 degrees is as low as it got here.
Since the snow arrived, I’ve been intentional about embracing winter (trying to put aside the fact that everything–especially with an infant and a broken finger–takes 3 times as long!). I’ve bundled Ollie for snowy walks, attempted a snowman with Jack, coached him on snow angel techniques, and tomorrow we’re going to make snow ice cream. We’ve made the most of the cozy indoors too as the house, on numerous recent occasions, has felt like a snow globe. We’ve made breads, cookies, and bottomless cups of hot chocolate.
So on the days where I’m SO tired of the slush, boots coming on and off, the ice scraping, the slow traffic, the bundling–unbundling–and bundling again…at least I have a home that keeps me warm, flannel sheets, a working furnace (for now), a *hot* husband (had to work that in there), and two of the coziest kids to call my very own. Right in the middle of the arctic blast, I’ve this to keep my heart warm: