We fight over blankets at my house.
Not in the bed, but in the living room. The place where we live, well except we spend most of our time in our kitchen and living room (den).
I like a cool house. Mainly because with this century home, it can get very humid. So, to keep moisture down, I keep the temp around 68 during the day, and 66 at night. Lately, I have been moving the dial to 70 for the sake of unity, but that’s it. So, we fight over blankets at my house.
Blankets are everywhere. And each person tends to like a certain one. I have the blankets that were hand crocheted by my grand and great-grandmothers and some that were just hand-me-downs from family to family. They’re special, but they’re functional. Each person also has two hoodies that are collectively placed on the hall tree. At the end of every day, it is normal to see a sea of blankets and hoodies all over the floor, sofa, and chairs, and often a stray blanket that has made its way to the vintage, hand-made kitchen table that my great-grandfather built in the 60’s.
So where’s the fight?
Anytime a new blanket or throw is introduced or purchased for an individual, it becomes the favorite for all. And we get pretty possessive around here. So much, so that a full-blown argument can ignite based on the location of the blanket that goes “here” or belongs “there.” It’s quite comical. And it’s quite intimate.
In order to have the need for blankets and hoodies, there has to be a family sitting together. While we don’t have amazing preplanned events and daily rituals, we are always together, talking, freezing, chilling, and enjoying life. We tend to be late-to-bed type people, so after dinner, it is possible that we’ll find ourselves talking about everything from politics, weather, neat ideas, worries, or the theories of social interaction. Some of the time we just talk about the future, our concerns, and glean from the mutual interests we all share. We encourage each other, debate, and most of all laugh. We love having fun and being funny.
While I am just writing to express my joy and personal experiences, I think it’s good for you to contemplate the simplicity of being together and what adventures come from the practice. Life doesn’t have to be a series of lesson plans or well-intended sessions, it is best lived in tandem with organic needs. Now, we have schedules and often the “family meetings” that no one wants to have, but all-in-all, we just enjoy our time.
The need for blankets reveals a healthy love and excitement of togetherness.
We chill under the blankets while being warmed by the joy of our hearts.
You described a family who are in loving relationship with one another, arguments and all. You are committed to each other. I love that about my family as well.
Yes. Little things have reminded me much of what I do have right now. Blankets, shoes, toys, and garbage remind me that I am alive and I have a great blessing around me! Fights and all!