its 8 am

So it's 8 am and Roy woke up, his second comment, after good morning, "its cold out here".  Well no shit it is, you refuse to leave your bedroom door open or anything and one heater has to heat this whole space.  So yes, of course it's cold.  
I didn't say that but I did say something along the lines that I agreed that we only had one heater heating up the space.  Well he was behind his door and blew up, came out draffing the heater fussing.  I tried to calm him down and he just yelled.  Went back in his bedroom and threw a fit.  O god it's not even 9 yet and I have to deal with this shit...