Thursday, July 5, 2012
Dear Construction Workers,
Your gigantic trucks come rumbling down our narrow cobblestone street at 6:30am. Your jackhammers start pounding promptly at 7, and your screeching saws shortly thereafter. It's too hot to keep the windows closed, but too noisy to leave them open. This pregnancy has turned me into an insomniac, and when I finally doze off at 5am, I do not appreciate the harsh wake-up call you provide after what seems like mere minutes of sleep.
I understand you're just doing your job. You have families to feed and bills to pay. I know. But please. Please! I'm begging you to stop.
Cranky & Pregnant in Belgium