Crazy...

Let me begin by setting the scene...It's monday around 12:30 in the afternoon. I've just finished my work week (fri, sat, sun 7pm-7am) and am trying desperately to stay awake with my two boys who have bad coughs, terrible congestion and runny noses. A miracle occurs and for the first time in two months, both boys are down for naps at the same time. Finally, I might actually get an hour or two of sleep during my 30+ hours I have to stay awake.

Alright...little bit of backtracking. Our neighbors across the street moved to another city to be closer to their jobs. Their house has been for sale for about 6 months now. The sign went down last week and they have been moving left over stuff out over the past few days.

Back to my story...I have been asleep for about 20 minutes now. Hard, dead to the world sleep. In fact, I was riding a ferris wheel in my dream. Suddenly I am jolted out of bed by a VERY loud noise. I am totally disoriented. It is MJ. That's right. Michael Jackson. Thriller to be exact. So loud my windows are shaking. Where in the world is it coming from??? Alarm clock? Stereo? No...the neighbors. Their truck has all four doors open and their customized stereo is up to the max. Seriously?! I drag my sorry looking, legging, pajama shirt, no make-up, crazy haired, glasses, barefoot self across the street.

Just the wife is there. I walk up very nervous. I am not one to start a confrontation. Upon seeing me she sarcastically says, "Yeah?"

"I am so sorry to bother you, but I just came off night shift and got both of my sick boys asleep. Would you mind turning the music down just a little?"

"WELL I'M HAVING A REALLY BAD DAY. WE'RE FORECLOSING ON OUR HOUSE AND I'M SICK OF THE DRUG ADDICTS ON THE CORNER AND NOSY NEIGHBORS!"

"I'm so sorry! I had no idea. My boys are just really sick and I need them to sleep."

'WELL IT AIN'T A PERFECT WORLD, IS IT? GET AWAY FROM MY HOUSE AND OFF MY PROPERTY!"

At this point I turn and walk back across the street. All the while she is yelling profanities at me. She actually turns the music all the way off and finishes with, "THANKS FOR RUINING MY DAY!"

Seriously? Did that just happen? I was a little worked up by the whole ordeal, I won't lie. I was waiting for her to follow me back to my house, key our car, you get the idea.

Needless to say, Graham is now awake and I won't have the relief I was hoping for until 9 tonight. Fantastic.