We live in an "apartment" building. Really, they're marketed as condos, but there are three floors with 4 "condos" to a floor. We live on the top floor. It's actually fairly nice. Well, we thought it was okay until Friday night, and then again this afternoon.
The Utah Jazz were playing in the playoffs. Apparently our next door neighbors are HUGE fans. How do we know this, you ask? Well, by the string of profanities that we could hear through the walls when the Jazz lost their lead. Mike and I had no idea what was going on. For a few minutes we thought we were going to have to call the police for a Domestic Violence call or something. Then we checked the local listings, and discovered the game was playing on ESPN. It was only 9:30, and noise "curfew" on weekends is midnight, so we figured we'd deal with it. It eventually calmed down next door. We didn't mind waiting to see what was going to happen before we went over and asked them to keep it down. In fact, there wasn't another outburst out of them all night.
This afternoon Marshy-marsh and I got home from work. He'd been cooped up in his stroller all afternoon watching movies and napping, so he was super excited to get out and run around with all of his toys. Well, about 20 minutes after we got home (it is around 6 PM at this point) there was a knock on our door. I opened the door to find a man I had never seen before standing there, dressed in his business attire with his bluetooth headset on his ear. I remember thinking to myself "Wow, did I look that nerdy when I wore my bluetooth? No, cuz I'm hot!" haha Anyway, the conversation went something like this:
him: Hi, I'm your neighbor downstairs below you, and when your kid walks around your house it is really loud.
me: Oh, I'm sorry?
him: Well, because it's really loud, could you keep him from making all that noise from walking?
me: Well, he's really little. (Marshy-marsh comes running down the hall "mamammama" See? He is really little.
him: Well could you just keep him from running? Thanks.
me: Sorry, I didn't know it was so loud. He's really little.
And with that, I closed the door. Now, noise curfew on a weekday is 10 PM. It was maybe barely 6 PM, and pretty sure that Marshy is NOT that loud. Then, when I looked out the window, I noticed that their second car had just pulled up with the rest of the inhabitants in it. Stupid neighbor was down there by himself and just HAD to come up and complain! Heaven forbid he should wait a little and see if the so-called 'noise' would subside after a while. We hadn't even been home all day!
The train just drove past and honked. Honestly, if you can put up with a train, can't you put up with a little running from the kid upstairs? I'm sure they'll be back up because there is no way that I am not going to let my little baby play in his room with his toys. What does he want me to do? Keep him restrained off the floor at all times? He's 18 months old! You just can't do that 24-7.
Anyway, that's my rant. I guess that not everyone is as tolerant as we are. Just wishing that more people were more tolerant.