The assholes next door have taken the deck off the house and are taking their damn time replacing it even though they work over there for about 14 hours a day. They keep Andy up at night, wake him up in the morning, and ruin naps, and I don't know what to do about it but I'm losing my mind and feel like screaming and crying and throwing things at them. I live in an ancient house that makes noise just by being in it, wakes up Andy when we walk around, and now I'm not even sure I can watch tv when he's napping even though it's four rooms away. I'd like to once again curse the housing market around here. Why is it so much to ask for a house instead of a tiny apartment/condo without neighbors five feet from you.
Oh, and there's yet another person living upstairs now, friends of the idiot who poured the water all over our bathroom and basement. Yay for yet another person who can wake up Andy and ruin my day!
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