so last night i became that insane old lady who bashes the ceiling with a broom handle to get the crazy kids to keep the noise down
apparently i took it a little far though as stuart told me it was enough as i walloped the roof with the broom for the 50th time. worked a treat though. another treat: the sight of me in my tent of a nighty at 6 months pregnant stomping around the house and climbing on the bed wielding the brush like on a witch hunt.
who the hell decides to move crap around at 4am? jeez. just wait til the screaming baby arrives for payback.