Monday, March 22, 2010

Thump, jump and bump...

I am a better parent than the neighbor, and I don't even have kids.

Last night was interesting to say the least. I heard first hand the bedtime routine that goes on next door. I have heard snippets before, but last night I got the entire show. I should have asked for my money back.

When a toddler is jumping hard enough to rattle my closet doors, it's time to beat that child into submission. Not only was he running/jumping, but screaming and carrying on.

It sounded like a greased pig contest at a county fair over there. The parent figure, who was failing miserably, just added to the chaos by screaming louder than the kid. It is obvious there has been a control shift in the apartment next to mine - and it is blatantly clear that the parental figures have relinquished said control to someone that can't even wipe his own butt.

Speaking of the backside. Saturday morning I heard the little turd in my hallway clear as day. He was yelling, or screaming, 'butt' over and over. It was almost like he thought the sound of his own voice was a good thing. It wasn't.

If I had a kid over here, I guarantee I wouldn't allow screaming and or running because I know it would disturb the neighbors. Then again, I don't think they care and even if I wanted to complain I couldn't.

I only speak English.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Man, if you think that's bad, try having neighbors whose language only has 16 letters in it. 16 LETTERS!!! At least you're dealing with Spanish. We deal with at three different languages (not to mention dialects) every day. It's a trip.

-Lost in Wonderland