Nap Interruption Rage

I was just sitting down to my computer to finally post pics of Claire’s Open House when my effing neighbour revved up his lawn mower for about the 15th time in the past hour.

This woke Clem up, of course, after a paltry 40 minute nap that only gave me enough time to scarf back my lunch and do the dishes.

Thank God we don’t have any firearms handy in the house because I swear I would have shot him. I had forgotten about the “nap-interruption-rage” aspect of having a baby.

Such is my life at the moment.