Baby, It's Cold in Here

Funny story. Ok more unexpected & ridiculous than ha-ha funny. But whatever.

We've lived in this house for almost 3 years - like we'll be moving out exactly at the 3 year mark. And the day we moved in, we picked up the keys, let ourselves into our new home and the first thing the Mister and I said was "damn it's really cold in here". After a lot of searching and figuring things out we realized that our boiler was broken. It was 34 degrees outside and we had no heat at all. I'll save you the long story here, but the short version is that I stood in front of the oven with all the burners on to keep warm.

Now, here we are in the last few weeks in the house...and the boiler is broken. Again. No heat, no hot water, for going on 3 days now.

There aren't many conversations as absurd as the one when the repairman says "well, yeah, so it's broken like you thought. But I'm not qualified to fix it so you're going to have to wait for the guy who is and it may be awhile". Especially when said repair will fix a broken boiler. And I was all "so, uh, yeah, I called you 2 days ago and said 'hey the boiler's broken'. And they send you to come out and poke it with a screwdriver for 5 minutes to tell me that....oh, it's broken." And then he's all "so, the guy who can fix it is sick so it may be a day or two, but here's a space heater in the meantime." Gee. Thanks, guy.

Yeah. It's winter and we have no heat. No hot water. It totally rocks around here!

And of course, I wouldn't be me, if I didn't drive my daughter crazy while we wait not-so-patiently for the magic boiler-fixing-man to come and give us heat again. After we ate breakfast this morning, I should have been working on her science lesson with her. You know, responsibilities and all. But no. I was all "hey let's go to the store instead...even though we were just there yesterday". Why? Because the grocery store has heat. (She looked at me like I was nuts.)

And I'll go ahead and tell you that whoever decided to spread that rumor that ice cold showers in the morning are "refreshing" has lied to you. They aren't refreshing. They're cold. But it is a great way to wake yourself up. Who needs an coffee when you're standing under freezing cold water, right? Ok, yeah. I still want my caffeine. I couldn't give it up that easily.

Well here's hoping the magic broiler-fixing-man calls tomorrow and says "Congratulations! I can give you heat." Or perhaps he will tell us to try again later. Maybe I'll just start hanging out at the grocery store. And if all else fails, maybe I can just start building an igloo in my living room to pass the time.