The other day, the YoungDaddy and I were relaxing on the couch and all of a sudden we hear some banging from upstairs.
It’s either some passionate lovemaking or a really rhythmic murderer is hacking at someone. I tell the YoungDaddy to make note of the time, just in case detectives knock on the door later and ask if we we heard anything. (I know, I watch too much Law & Order, I think.)
After the third night of this, I sent the YoungDaddy upstairs to ask them to hold it down. When he comes back down, I ask him what happened.
“Guitar Hero.”
Ugh. How many days until we get a house?
We went through years of this in various locations from babies running over our heads at 2 am to very, VERY loud lovemaking.
Thankfully, now we live in a really nice condo with concrete between each floor. Although we’re on the 4th floor and there is a floor above us we never hear a thing and that makes life so much more peaceful for us. Finally.
Hang in there!
Lmao, how awful!!!
Oh snap–that’s wrong. Dead wrong. But it coulda been, well, you know. But you should know that it doesn’t get much better when you get into your house… the kids, with their loud butts, will make you wish you lived in an apartment again… with them in another building! LOL!
Can definitely relate to this, lol. As sweet as my upstairs neighbor’s little boy is, I have to wonder why he is allowed to play ball in the house! At night!
Huh? Ok, I don’t get it. Guitar hero? He was playing the guitar?
@ Arlice – It’s this video game where you pretend you’re a rockstar and you have to “play” the instruments. Basically they had the “group” edition, so it was like ten people stomping and acting like they were on stage at a rock concert. *SIGH*