My neighbors must have crash of rhinos in their house. It sounds like they’re hanging pictures at 3am, or they have a trampoline in their second story. Everything they do over there feels like an earthquake on this side of the common wall. Stuff on the nightstand rattles off onto the floor. I don’t know if they realize how loud they are because we’re so quiet, or if they’re just assholes. After a year of their bullshit, I’ve stopped being diplomatic. If they start banging around, I pound on the wall. If the kids start screaming long after they should be in bed, I scream “shut the fuck up”. This is not the best way to deal with things, but I’m fed up with people who have no regard for anyone else. Oh, and perhaps you remember me mentioning that one of their turd goblins repeatedly peed in the corner of their bedroom, and it leaked through the sub-floor and made my house stink like a fermented dirty diaper. They need to move, or we need to move.
Speaking of people who have no regard for other humans, my wonderful husband almost got himself staked in the ear with a knitting needle (and TSA allows them on planes??). He threw a mantrum when I requested he do a grocery run because I ran out of agreeable food a week ago, and the coffee supply was completely exhausted. The situation truly was dire. Of course it didn’t matter to him because the freezer is full of processed animal byproducts for his consumption. I don’t want to know what would happen if I didn’t get coffee’d this morning. He did eventually go after I did what I hate doing – nagging. I don’t like asking him to do this stuff that’s so clearly below him, and it’s even more traumatic when he acts like a super-douche. I typed myself a letter with the reminder that rage killing is in fact illegal, and he does have positive attributes. He’s being a jerkoff because he’s exhausted. It’s not an excuse, but it at least explains things. He’s also not quite accustomed to having someone almost entirely dependent on him. He’s not ready to dump the child from the man, and his ability to adapt is piss poor.
I’m taking deep breaths, killings lots of pixels (Wildstar, anyone?), and practicing other forms of stress management.