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Tuesday, August 14, 2018
Incompatible in Bed
My wife and I are incompatible in bed. That’s right, I said it, and it is a big problem. It is a source of constant arguments. I want it my way, she has another idea. There does not seem to be a solution.
In the winter it is not as serious. I like a window open for fresh air and to keep cool, she can counter-act this by simply adding additional blankets on her side of the bed to reach her preferred temperature.
In the summer it is not so easy. Adjusting the air conditioner temperature does not choose sides of the bed and that is where our incompatibility hits the fan.
Mrs. C tends to be cold when sleeping, I tend to overheat…What did you think I was talking about?
That’s right, you more seasoned readers knew exactly, I think it is a common bed time problem for opposing genders as their bodies go through age related changes.
Mrs. C likes the night time room temperature around 78 degrees, I think she is cold blooded. She will even jab me with her feet to show me how cold they are…Yikes!
“It’s freezing in here, what did you turn the air to?”
She caught me again. I usually turn the air down to 72 and then adjust it when she calls to tell me she is coming home from work…sometimes I forget.
“It’s hot as Hades in here.”
“No, it is not, you just have a f***ed up internal thermostat!”
“No, you have lizard blood, you are always freezing. You should sleep in the sun on a rock!”
“Very funny, now go turn the air up to a respectable 76 degrees.”
“Yes, we can compromise.”
“I want 72, you want 78, how is 76 a compromise?”
“It is a compromise because that is as low as I am willing to let the temperature be set.”
“Ok, but I get to turn on the ceiling fan.”
“Fine, but only to level one, not to take-off mode.”
With the fan on and without covers it is almost comfortable enough for me to sleep, except for the constant complaining from Mrs. C. Then suddenly I feel a cooling breeze, the fan is turned to high and the covers are kicked off Mrs. C’s side.
“Yup, you better take advantage of it and get to sleep, it may only last ten minutes.”
“Now you know how I feel all the time.”
“Shut up and go to sleep…JERK!”