Step 2: It is disrespectful to go to a mother's house and tell her how to raise her kids.
Step 3: Remember being a kid? What was the best thing to do all day? Yell and scream. I am just removed enough from being a kid not to remember why. I only remember it really was. And what did parents do to keep their sanity? Throw the kids out the door "for some fresh air that'll do you good" knowing full well kids yell and scream all day.
Yes, kids yelling and screaming all day is annoying and digs into your last nerve, but the solution is to find a place with no kids in the neighborhood. As someone who took that position at one time, bad news. People buy and sell their homes while other people rent. That means a kid will show up at any given time. And then another and another. And when they don't? A pregnant woman will move in. (Crying baby is worse that screaming kid.) And if that doesn't happen, the neighbors try to out do each other by adopting more and more dogs and leaving them out back to bark each other into submission, (except since they're tied up or fenced in, there is no need to submit.) And then there is the neighbor with the cats. Sure, quiet creatures ten months out of the year, and even quiet when in heat, but all the alley cats are NOT quiet.
AND, if you're dumb like me, you move behind a music store only to find out someone gives both guitar AND drumming lessons after hours. (Yes, you can get tired of hearing Stairway to Heaven eventually, even if it's a good song.) And The Goodyear blimp is quite lovely to see, but that annoying humming last the entire football game and an hour or two before hand. And, when it's not football season that prop plane spins round and round again to make sure we really all know "Geico. 15 Minutes." And, if Geico doesn't feel like paying for that then we get to read "1 voN srethgiF ooF" even if it is only in June. (Geico's last night. Foo Fighters a year or two ago. Some plane out there rotating around and round again right now. lol) And then there is driveby rap -- people you can hear driving their cars two blocks away at 2 AM with the windows shaking, door closed and the a/c on.
The only plus out of all this is Bruce Springsteen serenaded me when I was taking a shower. (He's very loud. Our football field is a mile away, our skylight is always closed, and yet I heard him clear as a bell even when my head was getting wet under the showerhead.)
Dad did find a house out in the woods. He was stuck at home during blizzards. We can walk to the store if we have to. (No bread or milk left, of course, but who really needs bread or milk?)
Moral of the story: Learn to live with it. The best you can do is take two aspirins and wait ten years. Then the kid becomes the teen next door.
Step 3: Remember being a kid? What was the best thing to do all day? Yell and scream. I am just removed enough from being a kid not to remember why. I only remember it really was. And what did parents do to keep their sanity? Throw the kids out the door "for some fresh air that'll do you good" knowing full well kids yell and scream all day.
Yes, kids yelling and screaming all day is annoying and digs into your last nerve, but the solution is to find a place with no kids in the neighborhood. As someone who took that position at one time, bad news. People buy and sell their homes while other people rent. That means a kid will show up at any given time. And then another and another. And when they don't? A pregnant woman will move in. (Crying baby is worse that screaming kid.) And if that doesn't happen, the neighbors try to out do each other by adopting more and more dogs and leaving them out back to bark each other into submission, (except since they're tied up or fenced in, there is no need to submit.) And then there is the neighbor with the cats. Sure, quiet creatures ten months out of the year, and even quiet when in heat, but all the alley cats are NOT quiet.
AND, if you're dumb like me, you move behind a music store only to find out someone gives both guitar AND drumming lessons after hours. (Yes, you can get tired of hearing Stairway to Heaven eventually, even if it's a good song.) And The Goodyear blimp is quite lovely to see, but that annoying humming last the entire football game and an hour or two before hand. And, when it's not football season that prop plane spins round and round again to make sure we really all know "Geico. 15 Minutes." And, if Geico doesn't feel like paying for that then we get to read "1 voN srethgiF ooF" even if it is only in June. (Geico's last night. Foo Fighters a year or two ago. Some plane out there rotating around and round again right now. lol) And then there is driveby rap -- people you can hear driving their cars two blocks away at 2 AM with the windows shaking, door closed and the a/c on.
The only plus out of all this is Bruce Springsteen serenaded me when I was taking a shower. (He's very loud. Our football field is a mile away, our skylight is always closed, and yet I heard him clear as a bell even when my head was getting wet under the showerhead.)
Dad did find a house out in the woods. He was stuck at home during blizzards. We can walk to the store if we have to. (No bread or milk left, of course, but who really needs bread or milk?)
Moral of the story: Learn to live with it. The best you can do is take two aspirins and wait ten years. Then the kid becomes the teen next door.
Like said our last neghbor had kids and they would play and have fun but it wasnt THAT loud.