warm and fuzzy

i inherited my mother's tendency to be cold. it doesn't matter the season, we can feel cold pretty much at any time. but naturally, we feel colder more often during the winter months.

my mom watches the weather to see how much colder it is in my neck of the woods than hers. i know her heart aches when she sees the temperature drop to the teens or even lower.

that's why she bought me a pair of flannel pjs for christmas. a navy blue pair with frogs on them. they may not be the most fashionable nightwear, but they definitely do the job in keeping me warm.

and yet, that's a bit of a problem for mr. pike. the fact is that these pjs keep me so warm, that i feel hot with the heat on at its usual temperature. so, i have been known to turn the heat down, even sleep with the fan on, or do both at the same time.

now mr. pike, who usually is the warm one, has been feeling a little cold. imagine a cold wintery night with mr. pike, in his normal pjs, trying to sleep with the heat lowered and fan blowing. he said it felt almost arctic in our bedroom.

now until mr. pike has picked up a pair of flannel pjs for himself, i have made a compromise. a gesture mr. pike acknowledges that is made out of love. in order to not feel so hot, i have set aside my flannel top for a regular t-shirt. i gave up the full flannel set for mr. pike. that's love.

and one day, when he finds a classy pair of flannel pjs like mine, he will know true warmth.