Kovixen

On Tuesday, the owner of the house called to let us know he'd be cutting down 2 trees right outside our living room window. It'd be done between 8 and 12 today. I was glad he'd let us know what was going on for a change, and we worked our lives around it. But he started late, told us he was ending at 12:30, and then proceeded to work past 1pm. Silly me, I believed he'd be done when he said he would because he told us right at 12:30 that he was done. I put Andy down for a very late nap, he fell asleep instantly, but then all the banging that continued in my house woke him up after 20 minutes. Of course, right after that, the banging stops. And this wasn't light banging, this was omg is the world coming to an end banging. I actually jumped and yelled out once it was so loud.

So I am mad at my neighbors. I've learned that yelling at them doesn't work as the owner just gets mad at me, but I don't know what I should do. They are ruining my happy little life, and I want to throw eggs at them as I light their cars on fire and dance around them like a lunatic. Because without Andy napping, that is what I am, a crazed lunatic. I am more stressed than I've been in months, and I've been freaking out crazy over the holidays and all the busy work I've had for the past month and a half.

Therefore, I'm thinking about moving to Idaho. That way my closest neighbor could be five miles away. If they make enough noise for me to hear, it's probably a nuclear explosion and I get to call the police. And I wouldn't get sent to jail for my egg throwing because I can't throw that far.

That's right honey, you tell them!