Our neighbours are building a shed in their backyard (which is probably the best place for it). We were given advance warning of this event, but I didn’t really think much of it – how much disruption could a shed cause? Well… It turns out that it’s a fairly substantial shed. I have been watching its development from my kitchen window and can only assume that our neighbours are planning to move into the shed, or perhaps rent it out to backpackers. It really is an awfully big shed.
I don’t want to be a Mrs Moanie Pants, but the constant noise has been pretty irritating. It’s hard to settle Baby C (you would think she would be used to noise with a big sister like G around!) and my poor sleep deprived fuzzy head pounds from all the crashing and banging and drilling and shouting.
However, there is one occupant of our house, who is enjoying all the commotion…. G. It seems my little girl is destined for the construction industry, which is surprising given her natural talent for demolition.
On day one of the building work, G was startled by the noise.
“It’s ok G, It’s just the builders!” I say in my best cheery voice.
“They’re building a shed! Do you want to see?”
I take her to the kitchen window and lift her up. G watches with interest as one of the builders appears and starts hammering again.
“See! It’s just the builders”
“Hello!” calls G to the builder. The builder looks around but can’t locate the little voice of my (now very excited) daughter.
“HELLO!” she yells. The builder seems slightly bemused, but gives her a friendly wave and continues with his hammering.
I pop G back down and she runs off, re-appearing a few moments later with a hammer. She starts banging the kitchen cupboards and gives me a few friendly wacks round the ankles. Its ok! It’s just a toy hammer!
By day three (I told you, it’s big shed) G is totally hooked. She squeals with glee when the banging starts and calls out “Hello Builders!” We’ve been spending a lot of time watching the progress of the shed through the kitchen window and her own building work (the random hammering of furniture, toys and once, her baby sister) is bordering on obsessional.
BANG BANG BANG go the builders. BANG BANG BANG goes G. BANG BANG BANG goes my head.
More tea? Yes, I think so.