Firstly – I’m ticked.  I’m ticked that the 6 week old baby we were sharing a room with at the hospital was there because his freakn’ mom couldn’t lay off the drugs and now he is on a daily dose of morphine and going through withdrawals.  I’m also ticked that they finally showed up to see their baby after 2 weeks.  I am additionally ticked about these things:

• Their inability to whisper.  Um yes, we are trying to sleep.  And no, curtains are not sound proof – morons.
• Their inability to stop talking.  11PM – 4AM is not conversationally appropriate.  And no I will not stop my wife from choking the life out of you when you wake up our baby – I think it might actually be quite humorous.
• Their inability to not bang stuff around.  Quiet is usually the concept when you have neighbors trying to sleep.
• Their inability to NOT make-out.  I am afraid to say that they were making out while we were trying to sleep – and with their recovering baby in the room.  Idiots.
• Their inability to have some common sense.  Why in God’s name would the hospital bend over backwards to get you a private room, when you haven’t been there in 2 weeks, and for basically making your baby overcome overwhelming odds just to survive.  Insert appropriate descriptive cuss word here.  No, the world doesn’t revolve around you.
• Their inability to bring their own supplies.  No, I’d rather you didn’t use our soap and shampoo on your nasty butt.  But thanks for not asking anyway.  And I don’t even want to know why the shower ran for an hour, but your girl came out dry.  Hmmmm.

I’ve had comments that this sounded angry.  It was.  I was appalled by what I saw.  Hope you would be too.  But I’ve edited it to be more palatable.  And no we wouldn’t actually kill anybody.  I guess sarcasm doesn’t translate in typing.