Being so stressed that you feel sick should go to Mordor. On top of worrying yourself into insomnia about finding and then affording childcare (even though in your heart you do not even
want to dump your son in childcare because you know how much
you hated it as a child) you come home to find that the evil neighbour you despise has started works on their house without the common courtesy of informing you - it's a nightmare. Plus you've grown to hate where you live (no family around and a neighbour with the manners of a pig) and all you want to do is move a hundred miles away and know how difficult it will all be to achieve...
