Don't Invite Me To Your House

This past April when Meghan and I went to my parents house in Maryland the heater went out upstairs. My parents keep the upstairs a little bit cooler so I didn't think too much of it. Until the next night when it was about 60 degrees in the bedrooms. I was freezing with 2 blankets and a sweatshirt. I know Meghan had to be cold. My parents got the heat fixed and all was well.

Fast forward to this weekend. We notice Saturday night that it seems warm upstairs. By Sunday afternoon it was over 80 degrees upstairs in the bedrooms. We have all the windows open and poor Meghan is sleeping in her diaper. About the same time that I wake up to go downstairs, Mom and Dad are both heading down to the living room to sleep. It was like one big slumber party. Mom on the couch. Dad in the lazy boy. Meghan in the pack-n-play. And me in a sleeping bag on the floor. Thankfully the A/C is n ow fixed.

Apparently everytime I visit my parents something with the HVAC goes bad. If this keeps up, my parents aren't going to let me visit anymore.