Including, but not limited to…
- Toting Blaine and the stroller up and down two flights of stairs at least twice a day
- Possible knocks on our door at whatever time might seem appropriate to our neighbors.
- The monotomus sound of the “musician” right above us practicing his “drum skills”. In some ways I pray he is a beginner because it would then explain the lack of any variation in beat. If he is more than a beginner I pray that someone who is close to him will tell him that it is not a talent that God blessed him with. I was also beginning to wonder if he couldn’t afford a whole drum set, because I’ve only heard him beat on one single drum. Finally, today, I heard a cymbal. Not sure if that’s good or bad, yet. More than once he has started practicing, either his drums or his trumpet, at the beginning of nap time or right in the middle of it and it makes me wonder if he is oblivious to the amount of sound that travels through the floors since he is on the top floor. I’m thinking electric drums with headphones should be a requirement for apartment living! Oh, and let’s just pretend he doesn’t sing from time to time. It’s not pretty either. (Sometimes, I also pray that they are toward the end of their 3 year tour. :) )
- Hearing the hard times and good times of other people’s marriage relationship. (If you know what I mean.)
- Waiting on a washer or dryer.
- Going down to the basement to switch the laundry from the washer to dryer only to find out that you accidently hit the knob that turns the washer off while loading your clothes. (I’ve done this MULTIPLE times so far.)
- Occasionally getting to hear the news when we don’t even have any channels! (Sometimes at 5:30 AM!)
- Hearing a huge “boom” vibrate through the house anytime someone goes in or out the main door of the building. (It makes me want to go buy an actuator and install it myself!)
Yep you better keep this list for when yall are old and retired.. you sure are gonna have some serious laughs to remember....
ReplyDeletethankfully we never really had to deal with hearing our neighbors, besides the "hard times and good times of a marriage". ugh! the bad time i called the MPs on them, the good time...well, let's just say I couldn't look
ReplyDeletewilliam in the eye of the rest of the day, I was too mortified that we both heard them lol. I hope your neighbors become more considerate soon! or move!
The noise has gotten less-noticeable now that we have stuff in our apartment. The sound doesn't bounce around so much. And as awkward as it is, I'd much rather hear the good times rather than the bad. Most of the time it really doesn't interrupt us, ie the boys can still nap/sleep with the drums/music. If it was keeping them from sleeping then we'd have to say something.
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