Foiled At Every Turn

Just when I thought we had solved the issue of Tink getting awoken from naps, a temporary unbearable loudness has appeared. Krazy asked our neighbour to kindly stop slamming his door upon entering and exiting his house as it makes our house shake (since we're all one big happy unit of a townhouse) and wakes the baby up. Our neighbour has an incredible baby-sleeping radar and liked to come or go within the first crucial half hour of Tink's sleep. We haven't heard a peep from that door since our polite request.

Now our neighbours directly across the street, aka right across from Tink's bedroom, are getting some landscaping done and that is loud. LOUD LOUD LOUD. Sigh. I don't tiptoe around the house, but I do generally try and be quiet, and maybe more quiet than some parents would be. This is for good reason. Very early on, Tink proved himself to be a pretty light sleeper. Just like his mama. I am one of the lightest sleepers around. It's a blessing and a curse.

I had physio tonight and I will have one more appointment next week and then I think we're going to give it a break for a few weeks and see how things are. I'm definitely keeping up with the massages though. I have an appointment for this Friday afternoon. Mmmm...massage...they should be a mandatory part of everyone's lives. Especially angry, tense dictators. I bet all of their anger and control issues would dissipate into thin air.