If you had dropped by our house the days following Christmas, you would've thought you'd popped in on an episode of the Three Stooges. Seriously.
Our lives always seem to be one misstep or one misadventure after another. And so I've learned that humor goes a long way in dealing with our little trials and tribulations. Otherwise, we'd all go mad!
The thing is, our furnace broke a few days before Christmas. When we got home from the holidays, the place felt like an igloo. The first night back in our brrrrrrrr-cold bungalow, we piled into the same bed. All in the name of heat. Mike slept in a toboggan with his hoodie over that. Will was in the middle with his mittens on. I completed the trio with sweat pants and fleece jacket. We looked ridiculous. That was pretty much how we looked night and day for about the next week.
I took the opportunity to try and explain to Will that while we were definitely inconvenienced, we were lucky. We knew the furnace would be fixed. We knew the house would be warm again. I told him there were families that don't have a warm place to sleep and don't always have warm clothes to wear. He asked if that's why I had collected all our old winter coats and given them away. So, I'm pretty sure he got it.
Thankfully, the furnace guys came last week. Mike and I were ready, but apparently Will didn't want any part of it. He yelled "no!" when we told him we'd have heat. When I asked him why, he told me "because, I like sleeping with my people."
Who says there isn't a silver lining in just about any situation?
Julia is a reporter for WRAL-TV and the mother of a kindergartner. She writes monthly for Go Ask Mom.