Don't they understand that the world revolves around my baby having a nap, so I can have a break? (Well, a 'break' as I also have a three year old).
Ds will often only sleep in the pram in the garden, and I can't describe the irrational yet molten rage which fills me when something/somebody wakes him.
I have actually thought to myself before that my neighbour was totally unreasonable to have new windows fitted.
And have just nearly cried when dd rustled a paper bag noisily (paper is surprisingly the noisiest thing in the world, have you noticed?)
I have been sat here rocking for an hour. And you think I mean rocking the pram...