Does anyone else have this problem? Our bedroom might be 80 degrees or more, and still, I want to sleep under a blanket. The flat sheet is not good enough. I must feel the weight of a blanket in order to fall asleep. Sometimes, I compromise and just cover my feet with the blanket - but this compromise makes me very cranky.
Where did this "needs a blanket to sleep" quirk come from? From a survival perspective, it doesn't seem like a good trait. (Also, yes, I'm not a good candidate for long camping expeditions. And I would make a lousy nomad).
Growing up, my parents owned two awesome lightweight blankets. They were sky blue and very loosely knit, with a lot of holes in the fabric that functioned as a built-in ventilation system. I have not seen those blankets in years. [Insert howl of frustration here]. If I had possessed any foresight, I would have claimed those blankets for myself when I had the chance. Instead, I just saved some stuffed animals and my worthless collection of baseball cards. Why couldn't I have saved a useful childhood memento?
I guess it's time to go shopping for an airy, lightweight blanket. Shit. The thought of finding the perfect summer-weight blanket is already making me cranky. How is it that I'm 33 and I only have winter appropriate blankets? I'm a failure of a human being. (Don't look at me. I'm hideous).