An Elephant lives upstairs

Published by admin under In The Begining on June 18, 2009

This morning I was folding laundry, and Vera ran into the room wide eyed asking me “What’s that” as she pointed up above her. To which I replied “An Elephant”. How do you explain your (in Vera’s words-she called me one yesterday) “Butt-wipe” neighbors to your two year old?I hate apartments because people are inconsiderate and loud;myself included. BUT Their noise level upstairs is just beyond ridiculous though for it to scare Vera. It sounded like they were going to fall through the ceiling. I mean what are they doing up there that makes that much noise ALL the time? This has been going on for some time now though so I am not sure why I am extra aggravated about it today. Maybe it’s because there is nothing I can do about it, and it is disrupting my life so much that even my children notice the noise. This racket they are always making even prevents them from getting enough sleep. I had been putting in complaints about them left and right regarding the noise, them not picking up their dog’s poop (Hey,my child plays out there!), and them leaving their dog on the balcony so it’s pee and poo-poo can drip down onto my patio. For the most part I am a very passive person, and try to avoid confrontation. Mainly it’s for the other person’s benefit because when I get riled up It’s not a pretty picture. That is why I figured I would just let the apartment complex handle it. With that in mind I took pictures of my poo and peed covered lawn chairs to take with me to the apartment office a couple of months ago to demonstrate to them that these people upstairs are particularly inconsiderate because apparently they didn’t get the picture since it was continuing to happen after all my complaints. I was filling out the form for complaints when the girl working the front office asked, “Your the lady who lives in ___ right?”. I looked up from my piece of paper suddenly recognizing my mortal enemy; the Elephant. I don’t know what astounded me more; That this rude bitch actually had a job or that she worked at the apartment complex. It all kinda made sense though why nothing was being done about my complaints. I pleasantly replied yes through gritted teeth, and she confirmed my suspicions when she superficially smiled and informed me she lived above me. It was on. I then proceeded to explain to her that these pictures I had then would interest her. She pretended to be appalled like she didn’t know it was going on, but that couldn’t be the case if she was getting the complaints i.e. taking them and throwing them out. She said that she’d rather handle this between “neighbors”, and that she would doing something about it. I let it go, and said fine as long as it’s taken care of. Well it wasn’t even a day later and there was a pool of pee on my bench on the patio. I snaped another picture, marched up the stairs, and knocked on their door. Her boyfriend or whatever he is answered the door….shirtless I might add(RUDE)… and was like “What?”. Not even a “Hello, can I help you” so I was past all my convictions about avoiding confrontation. This apparently was the douche bag who was playing World of War Craft until all hours of the morning keeping my children awake. Pissed off all I could do was show him the picture, and threaten him, “Don’t let this happen again”. I must of looked crazy or something because he timidly said “Ok, I’ll put a tarp down or something”. Since then the dog’s doo-doo hasn’t leaked down to my patio even though they leave him out there, but they still traipse around their apartment like they have lead in their shoes or something, they also play video games with their bass cranked up till all hours the the morning, and the most disgusting thing of all is their “fooling around” noises. People that shouldn’t be loud enough that the neighbors hear you…..

The dynamic between us and the “neighbors” though is kind of comical. In passing outside to our cars they will smile and say hello or stop so Vera can see their dog. Yet I have caught them glaring at  us. Don’t get me wrong….Matthew and I do our fair share of polietly saying hello and then glaring at them behind their backs haha. Why all the false pretenses though? I just want to shout “Don’t glare at me….I’m the one who has to listen to you guys have sex!”. Come on! Am I really that horrible of a neighbor that you have to be completely disresepctful. I worry when my baby wakes up crying at 3 in the morning that she might be to loud. Not anymore! I even tell my two year to keep it down…..well not after this morning. I’m going to let her watch Little Einstiens as loud as she wants, run screaming through the house, and let her sing at the top of her lungs. If it’s a war “the Elephant” wants it’s a war she gets.

First Words

Published by admin under In The Begining on June 16, 2009

When you child starts babbling and cooing you become this retarded being that talks in a language not even your own child understands, but they smile and laugh anyways. At least that’s how we behaved with Vera. Now with Naomi she is kind of just talked to like a ‘big girl’. Granted we make funny faces at her still, but we talk to her instead of  “gooing and gaging” haha. Low and behold she now efficiently says Mama, and knows who she’s talking about. She was saying it a few days ago, but it was only part of her babble. Then today as she was in her play pen she was crying for ME. It kind of broke my heart to hear the sad little baby saying “Mama” and want me, but at the same time I was pleased haha. If you didn’t guess already Vera’s first word was Dad. I’m a little bitter, but this evens the playing field ^_^.