It’s been six months since I’ve had neighbors. Before that there was an older guy who never made any noise. A new family moved in a few days ago with four young children. This is into a one bedroom apartment. Needless to say there have been lots of new noises to get used to. They haven’t seemed to figure out that the stairs are right next to my bedroom, even though I mentioned that when I met them. So, I’ve been awoken on more than one occasion. I’ll just say that it sucks, and leave it at that.
I’ve been kind to the new neighbors. The kids are really too cute to get mad at. I had to run over the other day to show them how to turn off the smoke detector. Apparently, the windstorm that we had recent affected the roof on their unit. It was raining badly, and the water got into the smoke detector system that is hard wired into the unit. I had this problem last year, and knew exactly what was happening. Our only problem was finding a ladder or table tall enough to reach the top of the ceiling. Finally, the we found a table, and the lady’s boyfriend climbed up on the table. I was able to tell him to pull off the wire nuts, and disconnect the detector. It was a relief to have those darn things stop. I assume that they called the landlord and got the roof taken care of.
The next night there was an incredible amount of noise coming from the hallway. I could hear the kids yelling and banging around. I wasn’t sure what was on that side of the wall until I heard scooting sounds, like they were sliding around. I was curious, so I put my head to the wall. I could hear one boy, yelling “Ewww…” and another say “Put it in the toilet. Put it in the toilet.” Apparently, all four boys were in the bathtub, and the youngest one decided to take a shit in the tub. The mom came just after I figured out what was going on. She told the boys to be quiet, then noticed the poop. She laughed, and then I laughed. I decided it was time for me to go back to my own life. I suppose the noise is fun sometimes.