Light-hearted... Maybe.
Our baby has decided that sleep is an unnecessary part of existence recently and I am exhausted.
So DH said on Saturday he'd take him early morning and I could sleep until my heart's content. Blissful.
Except about 20 minutes into my sleep this morning, my neighbours have started BANGING (They are doing some form of DIY, don't be filthy) and it sounds like it's actually in my bedroom.
I could cry.
Accept this is just part of living near other people or bury them under my patio?