The End

I am officially at the end of my rope. I think I might strangle someone. I don't know how many of you live in apartments and get to experience having very close neighbors. If you have not yet experienced it, don't. I have a single mom that lives above me with two girls, ages 6 and 4. That's not too bad. The mom is nice, the girls are sweet. Whatever, I'm easy. The mom has 4 siblings and her mother over ALL the time. It is so noisy. It sounds like the biggest thunderstorm any time they are up there. I have tried to be really nice about the whole situation. I am after all the manager, anything I say comes across really mean and bitchy. Last night, however, I had it. My family goes to bed early. Before the time change here, my boys were asleep no later than 7 PM, now it is more like 8. I am usually in bed pretty quick thereafter. I don't go to sleep until around 9:30. I get up every morning at 5 AM so that I can try and lose some of my fat ars. I realize that not everyone lives like this, and that is great. If I were thin and had no children, or a job, I would probably sleep until noon, but that is not my situation. Anyway, those kids are running around until about 11:30 every night. My lights on my ceiling keep clanking from them jumping on the floor directly above the fixture. Sidenote: I may be having a little hormone issues right now, and should not be held liable for rash behavior over little things. I stood on my bed and pounded on the ceiling with all my might. Then today when I saw the mother I let her have it in the nicest way I could muster up. One of her brothers has a girlfriend that is always up there too. She always sits in the stairwell and smokes and then throws her cigarette butts anywhere convenient for her. Another sidenote: The garbage dumpster sits not five steps from my front door. I do not smoke. I am not terribly prejudice against those that do, but I do not want to have it blown into my front door. Plus she keeps using my planter as an ash tray. I lost it on the girlfriend too. I told her no more smoking in the stairwell and to never use my things as ash trays again. Now, if someone had talked to me the way that I was talking to her, I would have been ticked. She just laughed and went back inside. Oooooohhhhh, that made me even more mad. My kids have been little shits today, my baby had to get more shots, I picked up garbage all day, and then she was laughing at me. I think I might lose it and strangle her! I don't even care about being the big bad bitch anymore.