Grandma is angry...

 ...because she does not like to get woken thrice during night because of young man trying to sneak out of tve room to go to the loo. Trying, because without flashlights, which were located under the pillows, sneaking turned into some sort of rallye between desk, armchair and cupboard. Until the louts found the light switch and put the sleeping room under light attack- at one, three and four in the morning. Boy, I was so glad when the two were out of the house! I thought I'd be able to add one more hour of rest the moment hubby and grandchildren were off to school and kindergarten! Half an hour later a tractor appeared in our street out of the blue, to cart the last of the felled trees off. After that it was a lorry bringing gravel to another neighbour which kept me awake. By then hubby was back and daily routine began. That's wicked!
Lunch had to be prepared early, because Flavius's second swimming lesson started at two in the afternoon, so hubby had to leave at one, to pick the boy up at kindergarten and bring him to the indoor pool beyond the border. I now know that I am immune to learning, because once again I added peppers to our meal- instant stomach issues ensued. I am really too dumb for life! I did not even try to rest- outside two neighbours were chain-sawing, one cutting down a very dead tree, the other a garden shed. This area is like a madhouse at the moment, and it will get worse, of this I am sure.
I was already contemplating about a trip to Ikea to buy a new shelf for the bathroom, when I noticed that I had one in the mudroom I did not need anymore- white, high-lustre, correct dimensions, simply perfect. Now I only have to convince hubby that it's no more needed downstairs, since I have cleared most of it's boxes. I already see that this will be a hard job for me. Hubby does not like changes...