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Day 13: Issue a public apology. This can be as funny or as serious or as creative as you want it to be.
Dear Hubby,
I am sorry for my inability to sleep without covers. Not only do I love the comfortable snugness of being cocooned, but I feel vulnerable and exposed if I’m not tucked in. I cannot sleep when I feel insecure.
When you combine my compulsion to burrow under all the covers every time I crawl in bed—in our case, a sheet, a blanket, and a comforter—with the fact that your body is a furnace, it is easy to get overheated. I cannot sleep when I’m hot.
As a result, the ideal bedroom temperature for a peaceful night’s slumber is an admittedly chilly 63ºF.
I am sorry this temperature makes you feel like a member of the Polar Bear Club taking the plunge when you crawl into bed each night.
I am sorry this temperature negatively impacts your bladder and that the resulting treks to the ensuite bathroom are comparable to making frosty midnight runs to the outhouse in the middle January.
I am sorry this temperature makes getting out of bed when the alarm shrills each morning, especially when it’s dark and rainy outside, an exercise in sheer determination.
I am even sorrier that hot flashes aren’t too far in my future, and that when they arrive, you will be longing for the days when the bedroom was as warm as 63º.
Thanks for putting up with my quirky internal thermostat, and just for the record, I think you would look really hot in a fleece onsie.
I love you,
Da Wifey
My humble apologies, brought to you by Jenni’s blog-every-day challenge at Story of My Life.
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