Our seasoned boiler is on it’s last leg & really won’t even make it through the winter.
The older you get, the less fun holidays seem to become. I know as a child I had this idea that getting older meant you had more control over the festivities & could entirely make them your own, however it turns out that the exact opposite is true. The older I get, the less control I have over the holidays. I spend the entire 3 months leading up to the immense afternoons preparing everything for almost everyone, & making sure that my schedule will accommodate all the family obligations. I say goodbye to hundreds of dollars & struggle for months afterwards. I also never ask for any gifts, & really never gain any that blow me away. Not this year, though. This year I’m asking for the one thing I entirely want without guilt, radiant radiant floors. All year long, I am freezing cold. It could be the middle of a scorching warm Summer when every other soul craves abundant AC, & I will still be covered in goosebumps & shivering. I spend all of my time wrapped in blankets & seeking out warm uneven temperatures, all the while commuting to work & taking care of the entire home despite my cold, numb fingers. I provide everything to almost everyone, including my internal body heat. Our seasoned boiler is on it’s last leg & really won’t even make it through the winter. At this point, I’m barely surviving with a dozen space boilers spread all over the house. My extremities are stiff with freezing & I swear my heart has shrunk 3 times even since the fall chill settled in. But the holidays will be worth it & 2019 will be better. I’m certain that my hubby will follow through & purchase brand modern radiant heated flooring for the house, if he knows what’s fine for him.