The red Snuggie was quite possibly the worst Valentine’s Day gift I ever received. I still shake my head whenever I think about my husband giving it to me. While he had good intentions (He knew I was always cold in our Providence loft.), it was the most unromantic gift ever. To make matters worse, he got the 2 for 1 special when he ordered it so we have two of those amorphous blankets in our home!
I refuse to throw out the Snuggies because they give us a good laugh whenever we see them. They’re also a reminder of how far he’s come with gift-giving since that dreadful present. (He recently took me to see “Once” on Broadway as an anniversary gift. Now that was a good choice!) Most of the time the Snuggies are tucked away in a storage ottoman in our great room. They rarely see the light of day.
My hands were chilled and my feet felt like blocks of ice today. Our thermostat said 70°F, but our Galileo thermometer read 64°F – 68°F. All I wanted to do was to curl up under a blanket on the couch, but I had writing to do in my home office. Taking a snuggle siesta wasn’t in the cards.
So I did what any cold person who was home alone would do. I located the Snuggie and donned it. I rolled up the sleeves and bunched it up at the waist so it would “fit.” (It still didn’t fit!) I did my work and when it was time to take a break, I hiked it up again, went to the kitchen, grabbed some baby carrots and hummos and sat down at the kitchen table for a snack, Snuggie and all.
Suddenly, the door opened. Isabelle was back with my mother-in-law. I stood up, walked over to the door, and greeted them.
“Hi!” I said. “How was your day?”
My mother-in-law looked at me in horror. Isabelle giggled and said, “Mommy wearing blankie!”
“Are you okay?” my mother-in-law asked.
“Yeah, why?” Then I realized what I was wearing. “I’m just really cold so I thought I’d put this on.”
Yep, that’s right. I looked like I was ill. Because well people don’t don Snuggies even when they’re home alone writing!
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I tossed the Snuggie aside for a few hours and found it right before dinnertime.
“Remember when Mommy was wearing this earlier?” I asked Isabelle.
“What did you say when you saw me wearing it?”
She looked like she knew what she wanted to say, but couldn’t motor plan the words to get them out so I helped her.
“You said, ‘Mommy wearing blankie!'”
“Want to come snuggle with me in it?”
“Put it on!” she commanded.
And so I did. Then she curled-up on my lap and snuggled there for several minutes.
And moments later my husband walked into the house from a long day at work. He saw me in the Snuggie and looked even more perplexed than my mother-in-law did a few hours earlier. “It’s a long story,” I told him immediately. “And believe me, it is a story!”