Much as I’ve truly enjoyed having Matt’s mom coming to visit us for Christmas, that was overshadowed by the fact we’ve been without heat since Friday and have yet to see an end in sight. Three nights of huddling beneath the covers and covering our heads in as many hats as possible and running the space heater as high as it will go. Which doesn’t amount for much when every item in your home is only a few degrees above freezing. Matt and his mom seem to be handling it a bit better (especially his mom who’s used to Maine weather), but I threw up this morning from being so cold and sat in front of the heater and cried because I can’t remember the last time my toes were warm. This Texan does NOT take the cold well. Actually, I’m warmer when I’m outside because at least I’m dressed appropriately and moving. Maybe I should just do acrobatics around the house, and I’ll be alright?

And then the water is scalding …. This has just been a weekend of extremes in temperature all around.

Ugh. I feel like throwing up again. I hates the cold. I hates it.

And our landlords who’ve known the boiler’s been going out for several weeks now. They can suck it. There’s f*ing KIDS in this building, and they got to spend Christmas shivering in front of the tree? I’ve been taking pictures of our thermostat (it gets into the 30’s when our space heater isn’t running) and plan on deducting our electric and gas bill from our rent this month for having to run both pretty much non-stop just to keep our house in the 50’s.

Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Going back to curl up in bed and try not to be sick. New York Deparment of Housing is getting a call.