I'd like to thank my fan

No really I'd like to thank the portable space heater that nearly burned the house down before Christmas, but Emily calls it a fan. I plug it up on cold mornings to keep the kids toasty while they get ready for school. I can hear Emily talking to herself as she comes downstairs, "Good morning. Oooohhhh there's the fan". She says the same thing every morning before she plops down in front of it. I'm not so sure she likes it for the warmth as much as for the relaxing light and sound. I put the beloved "fan" away when temperatures reached the 70's recently. The morning she came downstairs to no fan was not pretty. There was crying, hitting, refusal to go to school and I was frazzled before 7 am. The "fan" is now a permanent fixture in the living room. It might be 90 degrees but I will have it turned on daily for her relaxation before school and to prevent meltdowns of epic proportions. I'd like to thank my "fan" for that little break.

If I'm really lucky I might get to thank my "fan" for losing a few pounds while I'm running around every morning trying to get 3 kids ready for school sweating profusely from the heat of that little magic maker.

Thanks for reading~
Jessica