Alexa, let there be frost!!!

Came home last week to complaints from two of the teenage household occupants that they were “freezing.” I always tell them to dress for the weather, again, clothes, such a battle. Meanwhile it’s snowing and I ask them to wear a coat and am met with, “It’s not even cold.” Looking for logic where there is none. I know. I know.

We have multi-zone climate control in our house. It was however plumbed by a doofus, (probably the same one working at Samsung). So some of the zones are not plumbed to the correct thermostat. Great system? Absolutely. Perfect? Not at my house. (You’re shocked, again, I know.)

Anyway, two little angels have been “frozen” in their bed recently while trying to get their beauty sleep. I tried to chase down a reason for about a week, unsuccessfully. I am no more a furnace repair person, than I am a washing machine repair person. 

So the other night, Hubby walks in from playing taxi for Sassy Britches and her cohort. Announces as he walks in that the cohort has “confessed.” I’m sitting there, trying to ascertain what he’s talking about, because he seems awful proud of this confession he’s solicited. Turns out, with that new Amazon Alexa device I purchased also came cohort experimenting with commands. One of those commands, “Alexa, tell Ecobee to set the upstairs thermostat to 50.” The upstairs thermostat has control of that floor and for some reason parts of the lowest floor in the house. The doofus strikes again. The reason for the frozen children has now been revealed. 

You may be wondering why it is that Sassy Britches Cohort (I haven’t come up with a good Alias yet-I’ll get there) gets so hot at night. Let me solve that little mystery for you. She sleeps with heating pads on her in her bed. You know, all the heating pads I keep replacing because they go missing. To think, all this time I thought they were hiding with the salad forks. Nope, instead being hoarded by a teenager, apparently to cook herself at night, which then needs to be counteracted by turning the furnace to Arctic mode. 

At least after all this I found all my missing heating pads. Honestly, I was pretty thrilled with the find of my neck wrap heating pad until she chastised me for “stealing her heating pad” from her room. Her attempts at making me feel guilty for “stealing” my things back from her are somewhat impressive, but fruitless. Nice try, kid.