I woke up this morning feeling like I’d been dragged to the depths of hell with my three year old all sweaty next to me. Every morning my husband feels it’s necessary to turn up the heat in our room and the living room. When it was 4 degrees out in winter that was great. It was 83 degrees the other day. Stop the madness! I will end him. Well not really, but I need to kick his ass or something.