A couple of weeks ago we had moving boxes and furniture clogging up our front walkway. What the heck is going on?? We also saw the jerks downstairs moving bedroom furniture and boxes a couple days prior. We knew THEY weren’t moving out. I then got a call from my landlord asking why my stuff was out front, to which I obviously responded that it wasn’t my stuff.
He insisted on coming over that evening to talk with us. Blah blah blah. Turns out the people downstairs divorced, replacement chico’s friend is moving in. This was all news to our landlord (who, had he been even somewhat concerned would have then kicked them out for breaching the lease).
I realize that I have a pretty normal life. But to think how some people live amazes me. This poor kid who wasn’t parented already is going to lack one more person to love him and keep him in line.
SO glad to be getting out of here.
Rant warning.
The saga continues with the downstairs animals (I truly cannot call them neighbors, as that would imply that they are people, which they clearly are not). Several mornings ago, we woke to yet another wide open door, left wide open ALL night long. As I am typing now, one of the monsters (one of three, they shipped two over from Brazil a few weeks ago) is outside, banging on the house with a shovel, outside door left open. The father is inside, completely aware of all the noise. Most likely aware of my son crying, but just not caring that his creatures are causing this.
So, I am just stuck. What am I supposed to do? He obviously won’t listen to anything I have to say. But the fact that the door is often left ajar, not unlocked, but wide open, is a huge safety issue. A points out that ‘mentioning’ this to the landlord would make many things worse. While I do not doubt that the people downstairs would in fact react in such a poor manner to us questioning the safety of our house, I still want to do something about it. I can’t just sit by and let the animals with no brain cells downstairs jeopardize the safety of my family.
What the heck am I supposed to do?
The past few nights I have been in bed awake until 1 or 2 in the morning. Last night it was because our neighbors were being loud (and then having loud wall banging sex….great), two nights ago because E was awake for 2 hours because of our neighbors. And now, our floor is once again vibrating listening to some music that these people feel they have to listen to loudly or just not at all.
Maybe I can’t sleep because I am so incredibly unhappy in our current home. How can it even be called a home when we can’t even sleep, be on the computer without having to listen to music we ourselves would never listen to.
Now that I know we are moving, I want to move now. I don’t want to wait. I want to get out of this house and into a better place. Is there even such a thing?
