OK...so one of the reasons I made my blog private was so that I could blog more openly about real life and things that are going on. (please don't read into this post and think i'm depressed or anything)
Well, we have one neighbor. She's awful. From the beginning she's always been kind of OCD. Yelling over the fence for the kids to not let their soccer ball hit her fence. They were never trying to hit it, it just did. We have a small yard and it's fenced in. I figured it would be a good place to live so that they could go out and play without me needing to be out there every second. Apparently the neighbor believes they should never go outside.
It started with complaining about them hitting the fence. Then the kids started to tell me that she was swearing and yelling at them. What?!?!
"Quit hitting the d*mn balls against the fence!"
"Stupid kids"
"Filthy vermin"
"What the f*** are you doing over there!"
Apparently having to listen to them play is so very, very stressful for her. They're not that loud. I keep my back door open and am right inside to make sure everything is OK. I mean right inside the door...not somewhere else in the house. Sometimes Giddy will hit his plastic shovel or a stick on his plastic cozy coop car. That makes her dogs bark and apparently that makes it OK for her to yell at the kids to "shut up".
Quintin was taking out the garbage can for me and it rattled her fence (um...it's obviously our fence too since it borders both of our yards) and she screamed and cursed about how she'd lost her patience. We had just gotten home after being gone for hours so I'm guessing her patience is pretty short. I went over to her house and explained that he was just taking out the trash and that she did not need to yell over the fence at them. I told her they were not hitting the fence. She said something about the racket they make all day (we are NOT outside for more then 20 min. at a time and only a few times a day) and how it was driving everyone crazy. I asked who everyone was and she said, "me!" and slammed the door on me.
So we stayed out of the yard completely for a few days. I've taken all the balls away so they don't accidentally hit the fence. Now she still finds reasons to yell at them. Today they were outside with squirt guns...not being loud at all. The dogs started barking and she came out on her upstairs balcony to tell MY kids to shut up. What?! Seriously!?
And even with us being hermits in the house we still hear her talking (very loudly) to the neighbors about how the kids are so bad, hit her fence, etc. WE DON'T HIT THE FENCE LADY! And even if they did accidentally bump the fence a couple of times who the heck cares?
I shouldn't have to keep my kids cooped up in the house so some lady doesn't have to listen to them play. I shouldn't have to feel sick to my stomach every time we come home being scared of what will be said when we walk from the garage to the house. I shouldn't have to spend tons of money on gas trying to keep us out of the yard and at beaches/parks/pools so the kids can play outside.
I called my property manager and told him what was going on and that we wanted to move. He told me I just have to advertise and show the property and we can move when we find renters to replace us that pass their credit check. Fine. However, Dan is not excited about this.
I know moving stinks. I also wonder if we move will be stuck with neighbors that are even worse? I don't know. How can I know? I can't. My thoughts are that I really want to move and soon. I want to get settled before the baby comes in August and not have to move with a newborn. Even so...how am I supposed to pack up and move a family of 8 all by myself?
I went to housing and talked to them and they told me we had been taken off the list so we coudlnt' get a house until summer or later. Dan had told them to keep us on the wait list so I don't know why we were taken off. She was one rude lady, too. Not the thing I needed right then.
How do we get stuck like this? Why are people so evil and hateful? And on top of it all, Dan's gone. I wonder if I could deal with this better if he were here. I'm so angry. I shouldn't be, but I am. I'm angry we took this house I didn't want. I'm angry we turned down the one base house we were offered. I'm angry that I feel like I never get a say in where we live...that everyone just ignores mom and does what they want.
And now I'm angry that I sound like a big, whiny complainer. I always tell the kids that no one likes a complainer, but apparently I'm one, too. "sigh" Thank goodness we have ballet this afternoon and can get out of the house.
(ps-i did not proof read this and am pretty emotional right now, so please excuse any silly mistakes in my writing)
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