My husband switched our rooms around now that it was just us in the house.
We were going to put our bedroom into my mother-in-law’s old room. My office was going to be in our old bedroom, and the office was going to be a spare room for family members. I would have a futon in the office, in case a family member arrived, but my office would be the spare bedroom for two or three kids. Where my office was one of the warmest rooms in the house, I was now relocated to the coldest room in the house. There was a polar breeze blowing through the windows all winter long, and my space heater couldn’t keep up. He didn’t think it was such a big deal, since I had a space heater, but he was wrong. He told me to turn the thermostat up, but he forgot he had disconnected that thermostat when he moved us into the other room. I came out of the office one afternoon, and my nails and lips were blue from the cold. He checked the thermometer in the room, and it was only forty-eight. He told me to leave the door open, and I told him I had. He thought I had the space heater turned off, and I had to prove I didn’t. He was going to turn up the thermostat, but I set it at eighty. He asked why it was so cold in the room, and I told him to sit in my chair. While he sat there, he told me it wasn’t too bad, but then the wind blew. He shivered and said he would reconnect the thermostat and replace the windows over the weekend.