We moved from the West Coast, Oregon to be exact, to the Midwest in 1999. This was a job transfer for my husband, who was the sole financial provider for our family. So as the good wife, I submitted to his protective authority over our family and packed up our 3 kids, left friends and family to settle into the suburbs of St Louis, Missouri (also called Misery at times).
To be fair, I have loved living in Missouri. I have a great appreciation for the all that the midwest has to offer. Such as, tornado warnings, snow, ice, wind chills, heat indexes and lots of roadkill. I am totally not being sarcastic!
To say the least, my kids have grown up here and my fourth kid was even born here! It has become home and as much as I would like to move back to the West Coast, there are some things that I just don’t want to say goodbye to here in Misery.
One thing I would like to say goodbye to is the constant battle between my husband and I regarding the temperature in our house.
So here’s the deal, winters get really cold here. We have what is called “wind chill”. Wind chill is what the temperature feels like as apposed to what it actually is. For example, if it is 40 degrees outside but the wind chill is 30 then that means it feels like 30 degrees when you go outside. There have literally been days when the wind chill was -30 and it was too cold to wait for the school bus so they cancelled school!
The same thing goes for summers. The temperature might be 80 degrees but the humidity ads what is called a “heat index” which essentially means what it actually feels like outside. So while the temp might be 80, the heat index can be 95 degrees. It has gotten as high as 115 with the heat index.
Needless to say, air conditioning and heating is a must have and with a two story house, and the fact that heat rises, there is an air conditioner for both levels of our house.
This brings me to last night. The last few days have been beautiful but not very cool outside. And since my husband feels it’s his manly duty to save money by freezing us out during the winter months, we have basically adapted to an interior temp of about 66 degrees. However, now as warmer temps move into the midwest we are literally melting. Keeping our house at 72 degrees is miserable when you’ve been forced to adapt to 66 degrees all winter long. Hence the thermostat wars.
After 25 years of marriage, the battles of laundry, dishes, and which way to position the toilet paper roll I’ve all but given up on, but the thermostat remains a point of contention.
For example, last night before bed, I set the thermostat to kick the air on if the temp hits 70. When I woke up, sweaty, sticky and frazzled from a restless night’s sleep, I noticed that the thermostat had been changed to only kick on if it hits 73 degrees! Even this morning I noticed it at 71 when I, 30 minutes ago, had set it at 70.
All this back and forth is seriously making me want to go and stay at a hotel. Which, by the way, would be totally cost ineffective in my husband’s attempts to save money on the heating and cooling. Don’t get me wrong, I am in to saving money and all but when it comes to the comfort of my own home…..well let’s just say now that I’m in my
late 40’s and experiencing hot flashes and night sweats associated with Perimenopause, there is no way in hell that my husband is going to win this war!