But there is also another reason for my visit. Lately Bryan and I have been encountering some problems with the neighbors and I decided I needed a break.
It all started roughly six weeks ago when one of the neighbors Angela asked me if I wouldn’t mind watching her twin three-year-old kids (boy and girl) while she ran upstairs to change. It would only take a minute, she said.
Of course I obliged.
I mean, no big deal, right? The kids were just hanging out in the car, strapped to their seats, and I asked them questions about their day. Five minutes later, Angela emerged in a completely new outfit and we briefly chit-chatted before I excused myself to get some more work done.
About a week later, I got another call. But this time two minutes became twenty. Two days later, I received another call. And then yet another. Suddenly, I was outside watching her kids (whether they were awake or sleeping in the car) 3-4 times a week. About two weeks ago she asked if I could take a ride to the school so I could watch the kids for an hour in the middle of the workday so she could attend a parent-teacher conference.
I politely declined.
As long as we’ve lived here (approximately six months), Bryan and I wake up to the sound of the kids running and screaming at the top of their lungs regardless of what day of the week it is. At 7am. Though I’m usually starting my day around this time, Bryan doesn’t get home until 11pm and usually sleeps in. This continues on the weekends, too, and lately I’m rubbing the sleep out of my eyes in the living room while I attempt to get some peace and quiet. Sometimes the screaming goes on for an hour. Loud crying, banging, and tantrums are usually involved. On some days, the kids beat on our wall (which is where we have our headboard for the bed) and they shout good morning to us. Parents do nothing. In fact, Angela finds it endearing and asked one morning if we had heard her children greet us just a few hours earlier. I mean, ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!
The straw that broke the camel’s back, however, came on Monday when Bryan was getting ready for work. Angela calls and very apologetically explained that IT’S NOT A BIG DEAL but she realizes Bryan is “particular” about his car and that she’s REALLY sorry but her son accidentally opened the car door into his car.
Accidents happen and Bryan and I are forgiving people. But she had parked her car IN ONE OF OUR SPOTS and on an angle (for the record: she has a garage and two spaces of her own that were unoccupied at the time). At best, it was completely thoughtless. At worst, she’s a complete scumbag with little regard for our property and little respect for us as her neighbors.
What would you do in this situation?