An apology to Jae, as he recovers from hypothermia

Once again, it is Miami Spice time when we avail ourselves of tasty restaurant experiences that are normally out of our budget.  (Unless Jonathan is entertaining clients and then it’s Hello, Bring On The $18 Cocktails.)  We went to Azul the other night and I had the most amazing squid ink gnocchi and crispy Ipswitch clams - - but that is not the point of this post...

Our friends Samantha and Charlie also went to Azul – on a different night - and I went over to basically sit on their couch while their kids slept.  How could I mess that up?  Let me tell you.

Well, actually I didn’t sit on their couch.  I did Tracy Anderson’s Mat Workout video (series one) for the third time, and – for the third time – came close to dying.  So, after 45 minutes of arms-legs-abs torture, I am sweating.

So…  I turn down the thermostat a bit for a few minutes just to cool off for a brief moment before creating a few Art Cards.

At home when I’m hot, I turn down the thermostat.  I adjust the thermostat in our house maybe 3 or 4 times a day without thinking much about it.  And for some reason apparently I didn’t think much about adjusting someone else’s thermostat either.  Even though I Don’t Live There.  And I’m only there for Three Hours.   Brainless.

Of course…  I didn’t remember to turn up the thermostat.  I didn’t remember until a few hours later when, at 1:30am, Silas woke up crying.  Instead of thinking, "Why is Silas crying?" my first thought (I kid you not) was "OH MY GOSH, JAE IS HUDDLED IN A CORNER OF HIS CRIB SHIVERING TO DEATH BECAUSE I FORGOT TO PUT THE THERMOSTAT BACK UP!!"

I'm not very lucid when I first wake up and I was seriously debating whether or not to call Samantha to tell her.  [Like. She. Hadn't. Figured. It. Out. Already.]

I mean, Julia is five and was under some covers, but Baby Jae (he’s two now, but we still call him Baby Jae) was vulnerable and exposed and was in desperate need of a hot water bottle and fleece blanket.  STAT!

I’m pacing with a screaming Silas, mainlining Tylenol into his veins since all his teeth have decided to come in within two weeks of each other.  But all the while fretting about poor Baby Jae who by now is probably too weak to cry for help.  Should I call?  Should I call?

Silas ended up crying for half an hour and by the end of it I was awake enough to realize that I probably didn’t need to call Samantha, but still dazed enough to not be able to fall back asleep because JAE WAS GETTING FROSTBITE. 

Lesson learned.  Never touch another person’s thermostat.