Hot Mama Blanket Solution

I am definitely, DEFINITELY, enjoying the big M. Menopause. Which really means, MEN, O, you better PAUSE before you think you can snuggle with me.

That's because I am hot. All the time. The internal thermostat is up in the red zone and rarely drops to a comfortable level. Long has it been since the hubby has been able to snuggle his ice cold toes against me, let alone drape an arm around me while I sleep. Honestly, it takes less than 10 seconds, and I feel a heat rush arriving on the wings of the furnace fairy, and I am throwing off the covers, the husband, the cat, the pajamas...It's not pretty.

Hmmm. What to do for my freezing Popsicle husband? We do love the windows and screen door open at night. (If you are a bad guy and want to sneak in since now you know we have the door open at night, we ALSO have a giant attack trained dog. Beware.)

So I came up with a great solution. He can stay somewhat warm. I can have the fans on me and stick my legs and arms out of the covers at will. Which I do. Multiple times each night. The other night, he was laughing at me. He got up for a midnight nature call and came back to bed. It had to be in the 50's in our room. There I was, ON TOP of the covers, with barely enough covering me to be G rated.

Check out the BLANKET solution for HOT MAMA's. Kind of like the idea.

Just fold over which blankets spike your internal oven and tuck them all on his side of the bed. My side has only a sheet, thin cotton blanket, and sometimes the coverlet (which is removed for the photo).

Oh, yes. Problem solved. For now.