Cold is cold

You know that favored Christmas song, "Baby, It's Cold Outside," right?

Well, Baby, it is cold inside.

We woke up this morning to no power. This means no lights, no clocks, no Christmas tree lights. But most worrisome, no heat.

It was cold, alright. Cold INSIDE!!

We have a gas fireplace, so we should have been fine. Well, in theory. Theory, because when we attempted to turn it on 2 weeks ago, it wouldn't light. So we took it apart, and cleaned it up. Still a no go. But this last weekend when we talked to my sister, she told us something that we should try. So we tried it. The pilot light lit...Yay!!...but when we turned on the heat, it wouldn't light the burners. Ugh!!!

Needless to say, this morning was rough.

My poor teenagers. They sleep in the basement and they were freezing. Luckily, one of them had to get up and get ready for school. The other one was sick and made her way up to my bed. I proceeded to add blankets to all the other sleeping children.

Hubs, trying to be helpful, lit every scented candle we own downstairs. Individually, they smell great and are just the right amount of aroma. But collectively, they are a little much. Okay, a lot much. Mixing Pumpkin spice, Pine Tree, Lemon...something and Apple Pie was enough to make one sick.

Cold and sick.

But not to worry. The electricity came back on 5 minutes before we had to leave.

Baby, it's just plain cold all around.