Hot on the heels of my post about global warming-induced marital discord, I have a confession to make: I have invited someone new into my bed and my husband isn't even jealous. No, in fact he wants to share!
It's not what you think. I'm talking about my cozy, new plush hot water bottle. You see, our house is cold. And by cold, I mean REALLY cold. We're participating in Crunchy Chicken's Freeze Your Buns Challenge and keep our thermostat at 65 degrees during the day and 55 degrees at night. That may not sound bad but, as in all brilliant designs (note sarcasm), our thermostat is located in the absolute warmest part of the house and our heater vents are located as far as possible from the usable living space in each room. (I recently closed vents in less used rooms which, according to Burbanmom, helps with heat distribution.) The result is a house that hovers at 55 degrees during the day and God knows what at night.
Mostly, we suffer through it. Mr. Green Bean wanders around the house in a robe with a cup of hot water. I wear my parka or, on warmer days, a downy vest. We double-bag the kids for bed time. Everyone sleeps in at least two layers.
We do Riot 4 Austerity so we're trying to keep electricity usage down. This means looking for non-electric solutions for staying warm (e.g., the electric blanket is out). Crunchy touted the cherry pit bed warmer which sounded a bit, um, bumpy to me. I found directions for making a bed warmer with rice on the Web but, when the rice we bought in bulk hatched little friends, I threw that idea - and the rice - in the compost bin. My good friend raves about cuddling her hot water bottle (inherited from her now deceased mother - a great example of keeping products in use!) and it sounded like the least strange bedfellow.
We invested in two, plush covered hot water bottles and, boy oh boy, have they heated up the old marital bed. Meow!