Dear Across-The-Street-Neighbors,

I'mtiredofit!

I am tired of your late-night, bumpin' dance parties. I'm tired of your bass-blasting, thuggin' cars that go BOOM-BOOM BOOM-BOOM in the dead of night. I'm tired of not being able to step outside with you all out their without hearing every known cuss word to the English language.

There is absolutely no reason for you to have your music up THAT LOUD in the middle of the night, in the middle of a NEIGHBORHOOD where BABIES live. I honestly have never known such self-centered, inconsiderate, rude, arrogant people in my entire life. We have asked you to stop, time and time again. The cops have been called on numerous occasions. Why do you keep doing this??

Tonight, your bass-blasting car woke my son up, thankyouverymuch.

It is so hard for me to control my temper every time I hear that rap music blasting out for the entire neighborhood to hear, shaking and rattling our windows. I am tired of having to practice patience this often! Give me a break, please!

Hey remember that sound ordinance my husband brought over to you back in November? It's still in affect. Please observe. You are breaking the law past a certain point.

Please, if you could, try to think of anyone other than yourselves for once. Try and think of the 17 month old baby across the street, or the 15 month old on the other side of us. Think about the other children around us who need their sleep as well. How about the working parents who need a good night's sleep so they can get up and provide for their families?

If all else fails, think about your own children and what sort of unruly, uncaring, inconsiderate examples you are being to them.

Very Sincerely,
Your Across-the-Street Neighbors

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Not Me! Monday

In an attempt to lighten the mood over here (but not at all trying to mollify the urgency of your prayers being needed for the Gray family), I have decided to participate in Not Me! Monday.



Saturday night, I did not go to bed at 10:30 (unheard of in this household, unless you're Benjamin) and lay there for about two hours unable to sleep because my neighbors across the street were certainly not outside shouting and hollering. They certainly weren't drunk, nor yelling about their sexual exploits...

Oh wait, this isn't Not My Neighbors! Monday...

Ahem...

Anyway, Hubby didn't go over and ask them to be a little quieter... and the next day, while I am certainly not more sleep deprived than usual, said neighbor didn't come and yell at Hubby, telling him he'd do as he pleased.

I didn't spend the afternoon bawling until I finally took a nap because I was so, so tired... And Benjamin certainly wouldn't laugh at his mommy while she was crying (which actually made me feel better - I mean, it would have, if he had been... ahem.).

I would never look up the county code of ordinances concerning noise regulation to take to the police, and Hubby certainly didn't go over there this morning, and come back with a cop to try and reason with the neighbors... and you know, they would never desire to file a harassment claim against us, because they certainly don't hate us...

All this would never stress me out, two days before going on a two week vacation... two days in which I definitely don't have to clean my house and pack two suitcases, not to mention everything else baby related.


Phew... what haven't you been doing? Or your neighbors? Or your husband? Or ... whoever...?