I turned on the heater today for the first time in a very long time. Not only did it smell bad, but my husband made fun of me for turning it on and not being able to hang out in the 65 degree house without help from the heater.
Since I had on a sweat shirt and sweat pants already, I figured that igniting the heater was a must. My children should not have to pull their arms into their sleeves to warm up or don jackets with hoods while playing inside.
That's my thought.
Today is is supposed to be 80 degrees, but it is not 80 yet.
The heater is on and my son told me that it feels like Christmas.
I'm not quite ready for Christmas, but the heater does feel nice.