Vanity

Sundays are my day to sleep in. After caring for Spark all night (and he got up three times last night), I get a chance to sleep to my heart’s content, well, at least until 10, when I have to get up and rush to prepare for church. This morning the dog was whining in the hallway outside my bedroom, crying to be with family. My door was open, but he wasn’t coming in to see me. He wanted the children, so after dragging my tired body out of bed, I headed out on the search.
Our bedroom opens into a long hall, with doors on both ends, a very nice place to enclose the puppy. The door to the living area was open. Strange, normally the kids are watching videos at this time on Sunday. Spark and I headed down the hall the other way, and lo and behold, we found the children, giggling, huddled around an electric heater in one of the girl’s rooms. Their reason? “This is the only warm place in the house, mom!”
Besides the fact that they are all wearing summer pj’s, and it’s now full-blown autumn, they do have a legitimate complaint. Remember when we first got here and they were painting my house? Well, I noticed that the walls above the 2 heaters were black, and now that I have a beautiful red on the walls, I refuse to mar them by turning on the heat.
I know I will lose the battle; ultimately the warmth of my family is much more important than non-blackened walls. But for now I will pretend that I am in charge and can make the decision; the day that hubby turns on the heat will be the day I back off my clean-wall campaign. Because without fail, I’ll be a frozen ice block, unable to defends my walls.