398. My castle, my rules

'Wow, it's hot in here.' My son says coming down the stairs.

'It's just because you've been in your room with the window open and it's not very warm today.'

Next Baby is coming down the stairs.

'Why is so hot in here? Have you left the oven on or something?'

I shrug. I'm tired to provide sensible answers to stupid questions.

'It's summer.' I shout, annoyed.

They look at each other and mumble something it's better I don't hear. Then they exchange some more comments about the heat in here. 

'I'm just pleased summer is here at last. About time.' I say to stress the point.

'Mum?'

I ignore him. 

'Mum? Don't ignore me please. Mum, can you tell me why the heating remote is in the fridge?'

'Oh is it? What does it say?'

'It says 5.3 degrees Celsius. If you must know.'

'I must.' I reply. Then I add. 'I was just checking the fridge is working fine.'

'You know you could just change the setting on the remote?'

I give him the mum's special stare and he's stops talking. Mum: 1, kiddo: zero.

I go to the fridge, take the thing out and discreetly turn the switch to off so the heating will stop. The floor is dry now, the plants look better and the towels on the radiator are dry. Next time I won't even pretend I'm checking on the fridge, I'll just put the stupid thing in the fridge with a note saying 'leave this here so it turns the heating on'. And the kids who complain about it being too hot can just go and have dinner al fresco. My (freezing cold) castle, my rules.