I'm visiting my df for the week. Every fucking night his neighbours are laughing, shrieking, talking all at once, young children playing and screaming till gone 10pm. I'm exhausted! I have a 3 and 5 year old, ds had a fever so fell asleep at 7pm. I've been laying here listening them jabber on for 3 hours 😡
If they were obnoxious, aggressive, thoughtless twats I would have no problem telling them to stfu, but they are probably one of the nicest families I have ever met. Df has terminal cancer and they send him food, gifts, take his bins out, fetch his medicine from the pharmacy and the eldest son even trimmed his hair and beard after it went wild during lockdown. They take better care of df than me.
So I'm laying here feeling a weird mix of resentment and gratitude and imagining running out there and soaking them all into a stunned silence. Pray for me.