Just Move Out Already

I told you I would be doing some backtracking...unfortunately in this case the most recent is only about a week ago. The first time it happened is understandable but seriously all others are simply...ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!

So shortly after we moved in one of the drawers in the kitchen fell off for the millionth time, so Clayton was hammering it back on. Granted it needed to be done, but not necessarily on the kitchen table. If I were the downstairs neighbors I too would have been pounding on the ceiling. We all have blond moments, and that moment was Clayton's. He was just trying to make me happy by fixing that stupid drawer! Thanks Babylove!!! But the ceiling pounding that followed really irked me!

So one morning (and by morning I mean 10am) I was working out (with Gilad, FitTV) and I was doing a little cardio and next thing I know the downstairs neighbor is pounding on the ceiling. I wasn't even being that loud! I was landing lightly just like Gilad told me to, but obviously not since I was disturbing the wonderful creatures under the floorboards (that just made me think of a movie - have you ever seen The People Under the Stairs? Yeah, crazy movie. Anyway, moving on). I wasn't happy, but just the same I didn't want them complaining and us getting in trouble...so I stopped working out. Actually I think I put in Denise Austin, she doesn't make as much noise. Clayton was happy that I let them keep me from working out...and still to this day I always look out the window to see if their cars are gone (even if they aren't I still workout, but I do my cardio on the carpet).

This time royally PISSED (oh, yeah I went there) me off! I was cooking lunch (Greyson likes to stay close by, sometimes it's frustrating, but this time he was occupying himself) and Greyson was running around the kitchen table (yes, I know. I shouldn't let him run in the house, but there aren't many other choices) having a blast! And next thing I know there's the neighbor again, banging on the ceiling. I probably should be understanding and put myself in their shoes...but I think that if I was them and knowing that upstairs lived a child I wouldn't be so...what's the word? All I can think of is picky. Grrrr! I was so mad I yelled (hoping they would hear me) "Are you F-ing (I actually said the word though) kidding me! I can't even let my kid run around in the house!" Oh, I was livid!

Sure I could complain, but then that would lead to them complaining (they would probably "win") and I don't need trouble, especially with Clayton gone. I could bring to the attention of the "landlord" (I don't really know if one exists - I'm sure one does but I've never seen him/her) the fact that they don't clean up their dogs' poop or their cigarette butts. It isn't their grass, and when it's nice I like to take Greyson out there so he can play...but I don't need him stepping in dog poop or picking up cigarette butts...geeze, seriously!!!

I'm over it! Until next time...