Tuesday, September 25, 2007

My Space Heater

I don't know about where you live, but here, the nights have been getting perilously close to freezing temperatures. The days are still sunny and warm (70's), but the nights are very cool (high 30's).

Fortunately, I have a space heater.

It's a model I carefully researched and selected before making my final decision.

True, I didn't do much shopping around, and I didn't bother to try it out prior to use, but overall, I'm pleased with my selection.

It's worked well for 7 years, and it's still going strong.

"The brand," you ask?

I'll tell you right now: I'm never giving it away, and I'm not going to share it.

I love it too much.

You might actually have your own that you love as much as I love mine.

My space heater is my Prince Charming.

On cold and frosty nights I discover a love for Prince Charming like I've never had before: because of him, my side of the bed is always warm, even if he's on his side.

Unfortunately, this is also true in warmer weather.

Like the kind we had last week.

Last week, Prince Charming's allergies were working overtime to disturb my sleep (i.e. he was snoring like a banshee).

To counteract this effect, he slept on two pillows to elevate his head and keep his sinuses free and clear of any offending allergens.

No big deal, right?


After nursing Sleeping Beauty in the middle of the night one night last week, I came back to bed hoping for some cool sheets to crawl into.

I was met with a muggy heat instead.

Do you know the feeling I'm talking about? The feeling of too much body heat contained in a small area for too long?

Yeah. Not pleasant, is it?

I was miserable!

My side of the bed should have been cool and welcoming; instead, it was stickily unbearable.

I figured I could endure one night of this; but it happened again...and again.

After a few nights of this I finally discovered the why behind the problem.

Remember Prince Charming's two pillows? The top one had started to slide off towards the middle of the bed.

Prince Charming went with it.

Yep. He was sleeping in the middle of the bed.

That doesn't sound like a big deal, but when you share a queen-sized bed with another person, the middle of the bed becomes a no-man's land; no one is allowed in the middle. It's the only way to preserve your precious space.

Basically, I had no personal space left in the bed.

Prince Charming had breached the barriers of my space and claimed them as his own, heating them to the unbearable temperatures he so enjoys.


In defense of Prince Charming, he had no idea what he was doing.

Once I confronted him about this, he was kind enough to acknowledge the problem (with a few laughs) and has tried his hardest to comply.

We'll see.

Considering he doesn't even flinch when Sleeping Beauty wakes up, we'll see whether Prince Charming can remember to stay on his own side of the bed or not.

I love my space heater; I really do.

Sometimes, though, I wish it wouldn't work so hard.


  1. I'm the space heater in our marriage; my husband just about couldn't stand it while I was pregnant because I was literally radiating heat in the middle of the night. On cold autumn nights, though, it's kind of a nice feature.

  2. I never had that problem either time I was pregnant. I did, however, sleep in the middle of the bed towards the end. I couldn't stand having my stomach practically hanging off the edge.


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