I do not own a house coat. I own a blanket that I drape over myself every morning to keep myself warm. This is what I look like. This amuses Chad.
I have had an obsession with blankets since I was a child. My childhood blanket is shredded. I still have it, but it is basically shredded. I got this one when I was in grade 11 or 12 from Ikea. I take it with me everywhere. Literally. The only place I didn’t take it was on our honeymoon and I could not sleep properly because of it.
I love my blanket in a way that can not be expressed to you. I am not ashamed to be on the cusp of my 28th birthday and admit that I still sleep with my blanket every single night. Sometimes I just carry it around with me. Sometimes, Chad steals it from me. Sometimes I beat him up for it.
I will have to make sure that I provide each of my children with their very own blanket because they are not allowed to steal mine. I will not sacrifice my blanket for the happiness of my children. They are just going to have to get over it. This is my blanket.
I would like to go home and snuggle my blanket right meow.