Laurel apparently didn't sleep well either, but at this point I just want her to quit whining because I can only stand the Bob the Builder DVD twice today (it goes back to Blockbuster on Friday). She refuses to play outside like she usually does after lunch and I really want a few minutes without constant noise to sew.
I want to dump a truckload of clue-by-fours on the upstairs neighbors until they learn to not sound like they're keeping a herd of elephants, except that I'd happily trade her for elephants. It sounds like they have a dozen kids crammed into their 3-bedroom apartment and the noise is constant from 0600-2300 with intermittent periods of screeching, loud off-key singing, and Olympic trials in dropping things (we're below them), running down the breezeways on every floor yelling, and sounding like the people on reruns of Cops. I hope they move out before they wind up on the show.