Grammy: The Queen Of Everything

Let's start off by saying that I love my grammy. I really do and I cherish every moment I have with her.

HOWEVER...

There are times when she gets on my very last nerve.

For example, she's staying with us for about a week. And the thing about grammy is that she's on medicine that makes her colder. So mom's had the heater on at 72 degrees at night. Now, my room gets extra warm so with the heater on that high, I wake up in the middle of the night burning up. To the point where I have to put my ceiling fan on high.

IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO GO BACK TO SLEEP THE PAST TWO NIGHTS!

Between me burning up, the loud ass heater and grammy leaving the hallway light outside my room last night, I couldn't get a hint of sleep for two hours!

I asked mom if she could turn down the heater tonight. She made some kind of comment on how the heater will have to work harder to get the house warm when she puts it back on at night (guilt trip? Idk, but it sounded like she was complaining about my complaint).

That's besides the point! She said she'd turn it down to 70 and that "we'll see if grammy complains". Because God forbid she gets a little chilly at night even with warm blankets on top of her, she'd throw a b&$!% fit.

I KNOW she's gonna complain because NOTHING seems to make her happy.

NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING!

That means, for the rest of the time that she's staying here, I'm gonna have some sleep issues and mom won't give a tiny rat's a$$!

To be fair, I eventually fall back to sleep for a few hours. Yesterday morning, I woke up at 8 something and today, I woke up at almost ten and that is sleeping in for me. I slept HARD when I fell back to sleep, but it's the fact that I have to be kept up so that grammy gets to be warm. I have to be absolutely MISERABLE to make someone happy.

A little part of me can't WAIT until she leaves.