I've never been one to celebrate NYE. DP went round to a friend's last night, DS (almost 2) and I stayed home. Next doors need little excuse for fireworks, so in anticipation I out DS down in our bed (our room is at the front of the house, they have a fire and fireworks in the back yard usually). It gets to midnight, and we're both woken by next doors whooping and cheering, fireworks apleanty ON THE FRONT FUCKING PATH!!! Why on earth would you light fireworks in the street unless in a cordoned off area at a designated street party? Not only were they in the street, but they were quite literally outside my house rather than their own (I'm assuming to protect their precious car!!). Third insult to injury, they've left the mess on the path for somebody else likely me to clean up. I'm aware I'm being a right misery, but after spending several hours in the middle of the night trying to persuade DS to go back to sleep, then sharing the bed with what I can only liken to an octopus at a rave, I'm not too impressed.
Anyone else have any rants about last night? Or just me? 