Super. Great. Fantastic.
*title of entry used with heavy sarcasm*
My day was going fairly well. It truly was. Till I was getting ready to bring Jo upstairs to start winding her down for a nap.
And I looked out my front window.
(My "new" neighbors are still moving things in, no biggie really, they have been fairly quiet so far.)
What should I see in the back of the truck but a nice pretty set of FREAKING DRUMS
Not even 10 minutes later, music is on and drums are being pounded on. Super.
Now, 20 minutes later, drums are still being beaten on to the music and I have retreated downstairs, turned on the Wiggles for Jo and I (as to attempt to block out some noise) and realized that there is nothing that I can do. Really nothing.
Noise restrictions are from 10 pm to 8 am.
Reason number five thousand why I wish we lived in our own home.
Oh thank goodness, QUIET at last! Let's hope that my neighbors are polite enough to not be horribly loud a lot. Please?
My day was going fairly well. It truly was. Till I was getting ready to bring Jo upstairs to start winding her down for a nap.
And I looked out my front window.
(My "new" neighbors are still moving things in, no biggie really, they have been fairly quiet so far.)
What should I see in the back of the truck but a nice pretty set of FREAKING DRUMS
Not even 10 minutes later, music is on and drums are being pounded on. Super.
Now, 20 minutes later, drums are still being beaten on to the music and I have retreated downstairs, turned on the Wiggles for Jo and I (as to attempt to block out some noise) and realized that there is nothing that I can do. Really nothing.
Noise restrictions are from 10 pm to 8 am.
Reason number five thousand why I wish we lived in our own home.
Oh thank goodness, QUIET at last! Let's hope that my neighbors are polite enough to not be horribly loud a lot. Please?