I wish I could say this post is about MY kids but no. My parent's next door neighbor's recently moved and rented out their house to 4 college guys. I have to say they are a normally a sweet bunch. Always polite and all. Not last night - or really any weekend night since they moved in. As to be expected they party EVERY weekend. And like last night into the wee hours of the morning on a workday. My parents are not the least bit confrontational, I on the other hand have a tendency to look for a fight. So I have gone over there a few times to tell them to pipe down. This morning at almost 2am I had enough and walked next door in my pink duckie pajamas, my dad's oversized ratty coat and a pair of flip flops. My hair was standing on end and I had masacara that I had forgotten to wash off smeared under my eyes. You would have thought the sheer sight of me would have frightened them into silence. I looked like an escape mental patient as I passed by a very drunken and loud couple on the way over yelling, "I just gave birth, shut up!"
When I knocked at the door the party was in full swing and some random person answered the door. I asked to speak to "Harry" let's call him. I waited and waited. No one came to the door although I could see Harry looking at me from the hallway. So I POUNED on the door. Eventually Harry's roomate answered. I was pissed but played the nice card .
K: This has got to stop. My kids can't sleep, do you think you could keep it down?
Harry's Roomate: Oh, I thought we were.
K: Uh, no. You guys are gonna have to keep it inside. I don't want to be a bitch or anything, but this is going on every weekend and I need to get some sleep.
HR: I wasn't aware it was every weekend. It's not ME doing it.
K: Well from now on keep it down after 11pm on weekdays and have a party every once in a while, sure but not every night. Ok? We really like you guys and think you are super sweet and all, but I just had a baby and need to rest.
HR (sassy): Well, this house is MEANT for entertaining. We cleared that with the owners before we moved in.
K: (getting pissed) This is not Pacific Beach (party town). This is the suburbs. Keep it down. Keep it inside. My 3 year old does not need to woken up by drunk maniacs in your front yard. There are neighborhood rules around here.
HR: Well this is something I am going to have to discuss with the owners.
K: I don't care. Keep it quiet.
I feel seriously old. I almost grabbed him by the ear and said don't you sass me child! I should have. Then they really would be afraid of the scary pajama lady next door.