The Heat is On

I was trying to hold out until November 1st to fire up our furnace, but I realized that keeping my kiddos piggies warm was more important. So, on October 29, I turned on the furnace at 11 am. Returned home at 1:45 pm. No heat.

None.

So, I lit candles, because it has always taken an EXTREMELY long time for our furnace to wake up.

Anyway.

I let my husband know of our lack of heat predicament and told him he better bring some wood home for our fire pit that we usually just set up in the kitchen during the winter. Just kidding. We don't have a fire pit. I really told him that we should've called the heating and cooling guy that installed our furnace years ago because this was really getting old.

Crazy because our house is only 4 years old.

I guess they don't build 'em like they use to.

Once he got home and after cutting a hole in our bathroom wall (more on that later), J decided it was time to fix the furnace.

Stop right there and rewind, oh, about 25 years ago. (It was probably more, but I don't remember exactly.)

When I was a child, our furnace blew up. Really. Like, black soot and smoke all over. The house shook like there was an earthquake. Shelves swayed and anyone standing was knocked on their bottoms. My mom, my brother, my cousins, and I were home at the time. We had no clue what was happening. All I remember is my mom telling me to go into the basement to put the clothes in the dryer. Then, a couple of minutes later, BOOM! As a good kid, I didn't listen right away. The firefighters said that my disobedience paid off that day. I would've been killed if I went down there when my mom told me to. Whew!

So, as that memory was flashing in my head, my husband was pounding on the furnace. I wasn't very pleasant, because all I kept thinking was, if this thing explodes, my new washer and dryer won't be new any longer.

Just kidding! That was the least of my worries - ok, maybe I did worry about it a little, but I was more concerned about my husband. Really.

Long story short, well, sort of short, J figured out, with the help and coaching of my f-i-l that the thermostat was bad. Within about an hour of figuring out the problem and after a quick trip to Menards, our heat was back on and our toes were toasty.

So, thanks, Jason and Jim!