:D
I am in the bizarre situation of being temporarily trapped at my parent's house. I have a badly broken leg and am bed bound and drugged to the max.
They are doing a stellar job taking care of me and my young children (I'm a single parent, kids under 5). So awkward as this arrangement initially felt, it is working out nicely. I think they have been ace, and really appreciate them.
However...
Part of the arrangement is that my 1 yr old is sharing their room rather than mine. Like I say, they are ace. I get to sleep alone for the first time ever. Though clearly it is not that fun,what with the pain and all.
Last night I awoke to what appeared to be the sound of my parents. .. ahem... doing the deed. Quietly mind. Think squeaking mattress rather than whoops of ecstasy. I briefly thought "Ffs, go to sleep! " and then suddenly remembered the baby was in there too.
So I rang my little bell.
No change. Squeaking continued. Possible moans.
So I picked up the box of tissues by my bed and hurled them across the hallway. I was hoping to hit their door. I missed. Instead the cats sprung to action and began that horrendous sprinting about the house like a herd of elephants lark cats only seem to do at night. And frankly that is terrifying when you are stuck in bed with a broken leg jutting out invitingly like a cat sized springboard. So I lay still in the hope that cats wouldn't notice me. Luckily the tissues seemed to keep them occupied.
Anyway I must have fallen asleep then. Now, I don't know for sure what they were up. I am on some pretty heavy meds for a start. ;)
AIBU to ask my parents if they were shagging with my baby in the room? WIBU to request that they don't?