Desperate Measures

We've been experiencing some chilly temperatures up here in the northeast for the past few days so the Hubby, the Child, and I have been hunkered down in the Chicky Household, waiting for spring. Or for 40 degrees, whichever comes first.

This would all be fine and good except for a few minor problems. We can't have a fire in the fireplace - because we like our Child having skin on her hands, thank you very much - and the cold is creeping into our home because it was built in that dark, construction era, called the 80's. The previous owners of our house cut so many corners while they were building it. The windows are not really insulated. You can see gaps between the front door and the door frame. They removed some baseboard heaters so they could make room for their entertainment center. We're trying to fix a lot of these problems, but the more we fix the more we find needs to be completely overhauled.

And, no, we didn't notice these things when we were buying it. These are not the things you look for when you're a new couple looking for your first home together. Square footage, garage space, room for the big screen TV. These are the things you're looking for. Quality construction? Not so much.

So what's a parent to do? Besides cranking up the heat - because apparently we have so much money coming out of our asses that we need to throw it at the oil company - to keep the Child from turning into a babe-sicle this is what we've had to resort to...

I need to put winter clothes on my baby to feed her breakfast. They should revoke my Mommy membership card.