An open letter to the git who disturbed our sleep last night:
Dear Inconsiderate Bastard,
Who on earth did you think you were phoning that made you think it’s alright to call someone at 2.10am? I fully accept that it may have been a case of “wrong number” but that doesn’t excuse you from being so rude as to hang up on me when I picked up the phone and groggily said, “Hello?” after I was so rudely awoken, nor does it explain why you would be calling someone at stupid-o-clock in the morning.
It’s bad enough that we have our wake-up time dictated to us by the noisy brats who live upstairs and start thumping around as soon as they wake, and worse still that I already have interrupted sleep due to night-time pregnancy peeing, not to mention the fact that my husband has to get up at 3.30am as he’s a postie, but to also have someone call us and disturb our broken sleep even further is just not on.
I don’t care if you were drunk or high – just don’t call people at such an inhospitable hour – the only time that kind of call is acceptable is in an emergency and this was clearly not one.
If I ever find out who you are, I shall make a point of calling you every time my baby wakes crying in the middle of the night and let you hear the wailing. I think that’s the only fair exchange.
I hope, for your sake, that you lose your phone before the baby is born because if it takes after its mother, it’ll have a set of lungs on it beyond compare!
Consider this a sincere warning.
Very tired Kell.