For the past two weeks, Noah's transformed into the next Ed Begley Jr. Only without the TV deal. Nobody's getting paid to live like this.
Don't get me wrong, I'm all about conservation; I'm also all about preventing hypothermia. Our thermostat situation has become something of a how-low-can-you-go competition. Every time I get a chill, or my boogers freeze inside my nose while I'm sitting on the couch, I check the temperature and almost invariably it's a degree lower than it was the day before.
One of my few real indulgences is an almost daily evening bath. I had to put my foot down when Noah mentioned turning down the water heater thermostat.
I almost wouldn't mind so much if this new Power-saver Police regime was a silent one. When I'm huddled under four blankets, holding my cup of tea close to my face in hopes of thawing my eyelashes, I gotta admit it irks me to hear him proudly announce how far under the average power consumption level we are for our area. I trust these claims are true because I've witnessed him obsessively checking our estimates on Duke Power's website.
We were spending a lovely few minutes with Ethan yesterday, on the floor of his bedroom after his nap. The sun was setting and casting moody shadows while filling the window with calm colors. A beautiful family moment.
"I love how we're not using any power in this room right now!" Noah exclaimed. At least I think that's what he said; I couldn't quite hear through the ear muffs.