My dad was a miser and during the winter, he only kept enough heat in the house to keep the pipes from freezing. He would tell us to get up and move, and we would be warmer. We all walked around in sweaters or jackets, and it was normal for us. I remember waking up some mornings and it would be so cold, our feet ached from stepping on the floors. We had to rush to get dressed and have shoes and socks on before we stepped out of bed. When we took our showers, there was one small space heater to warm the bathroom up, but you only had five minutes per person to shower. I remember thinking I would never miser the heat to save a couple of bucks. I wanted my family to always be comfortable, but at the price of heating today, I had to limit it. I told the kids the thermostat would remain at sixty-eight. They had plenty of sweaters to keep them warm. If I saw anyone adjusting the thermostat any higher than sixty-eight, I would disconnect the thermostat in their bedroom. They thought I was kidding and my oldest son thought he would test me. He set his thermostat to seventy-two, and I gave him a warning. He told me he didn’t think I would take away his only source of heat, and I told him to try me. The next night, he once again raised the thermostat to seventy-two. When he got home from school, the thermostat was gone. He needs to leave his bedroom door open, or he has no heat in his room.