Rant

I’m generally a pretty laid back person, but lately there is something that is driving my crazy. Seriously crazy. It’s my neighbor next door. Or, more accurately, his yard.

So, when we first moved in , the building next door had flooded. The guy living there had had enough and was moving out. Two weeks later, repairs on the flood began. Which meant that first thing in the morning (we’re talking 6am here, as soon as the sun was up) there was a worker outside our bedroom window. And I mean RIGHT outside. Two feet away. Banging, digging, clanging. And the worst part - it was just one worker. We prayed he worked fast.

After a week of being awakened by lone worker at sunrise every morning (mind you, the man works nights, so he’s only just gotten to bed and I’m with the baby getting up all night, so I’ve really only just got to bed by then, too) lone worker brought friends. Three of them to finish up the job. They all spoke Spanish. Loudly. Then started singings. (Serenity now!!)

Finally, after digging up their whole yard and replacing all the plumbing, the work was done. Yay! We were looking forward to a peaceful night’s sleep for once.

That night at 3 am, sprinklers right outside our window gurgled to life (like a geyser) and proceeded to pelt the outside wall of our bedroom with water. It sounded like a fire hose or pressure washer.

Then, at 4:30, the same sprinklers went on again!

Every night since then, we get pressure washed at 3am and 4:30. Every. Single. Night.

Last night, we’d finally had enough. The man and I both popped out of bed (cursing, I might add) and scoured every window to find which was the offending sprinkler head. We think we found it. It’s out by the sidewalk. My plan today? Break the sucker off.

Okay, that’s my rant. Anyone else have something you wanna get off your chest? Free rant session today!


~Trigger Happy Halliday