Enough is enough

After 5 months of complaining and whining and wishing and generally feeling annoyed ... my husband finally did it.

He called the police on our upstairs neighbors last night.

I'm not joking.

They have been blogged about before and we do complain about them quite frequently but it usually stops there. Both of us are too easy going to take any real action against them.

Last night was the final straw. I'd gone to bed by 11:15, putting up with their noisy antics for a couple of hours. Kc had fallen asleep but by 2:30, I'd had it. It sounded like their tv was at full volume and our walls were vibrating with the noise. I pounded on the wall, awakening my dear hubby and then he got irritated and started pounding as well. No change. So, he gets dressed, goes upstairs, and rings their door bell. No answer. He pounds on the bedroom wall again. TV still blaring.

And then he called the police. They were there in 10 minutes, pounded on the door, and told the dude to turn down his television. And he did.

I felt silly about calling the police on such a minute matter, but honestly, a girl has got to get her sleep. And I'm done with noisy neighbors.

Welcome, 2009.