Why I need my Lumberjack.

The Lumberjack has been working out-of-town. 

I have decided that he can never leave me.

I am helpless without him.

But, it is just too cold here.

And as I type this, I am wearing a t-shirt, two sweaters, socks, and my shoes.

I really hope Santa brings me some slippers for Christmas.

But for now, shoes will do.

I have been continuously loading the fire.

My hands are cracking from the dry heat.

I am too cold to clean up.

Look at this mess.

*sigh*

This is why I hate wood heat.

I did sweep up that mess after I snapped that picture and my broom almost caught fire.

Safe!

There is ash and dirt and bark all over my floors.

My piano even has ash on it.

I have been loading the fire like crazy.

But still it is freezing.

My kitchen sink pipes are frozen.

Dang.

The Lumberjack talked me through exactly what I needed to do to fix this situation over the phone.

I love him.

Unfortunately, my laundry room pipes are still flowing, so I have no excuse to get out of laundry today.

So, I am sitting at home.

Me and the lumberjacklings are bundled up.

Our hair looks like this:

And we sit.

And we wait.

We wait for our Lumberjack to come home and make it all better.

He will come home from working outside all day, and he will not complain.

I will complain that it was too cold to do laundry.

But he won't complain that he had to work outside from dawn until dusk wiring houses.

He will take over the fire loading.

Clearly, I am not doing a good job at "keeping the home fires burning."

Name that country artist.

If I was doing a good job, perhaps our pipes would not have frozen.

But, I tried . . . honestly I did.

I even woke up at 4 am to load the beast.

Oh, Lumberjack.

I miss you.

I need you.

Why must you love wood heat so?

Please come home and make it all better.

I am a wuss.

*Tragic Update*

5 minutes after I posted this, my Lumberjack called and said he has to stay another night.

tear*sob*shiver*tear*shiver

My poor, cold Lumberjack.

Don't worry.

He's wearing his long underwear.

I checked.

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So, everyone in my family has a blog code name, except me.

Husband-Lumberjack

Child 1- Sweet Pea

Child 2- Daisy Mae

Child 3- Handsome Dude

Child 4- Little Dude

Me-nameless.

Lame.

I welcome any suggestions.