This is my current mantra, which I am reciting as type to the sounds of the neighbors television (and shrieking 19-month-old daughter) come crashing through my ceiling on what might otherwise be a beautiful Saturday morning. I have lived in apartments pretty much my whole life, and with very few exceptions, have always managed to live right next door or directly beneath someone who
a.) sounds like a giant when they walk
b.) has a surround sound system with extra super special bass
c.) has noisy and/or screaming and/or obnoxious children
d.) comes home almost every morning at 3:00 to have loud, drunk sex (always with a different person)
e.) is apparently deaf and must blare their television to hear it
f.) a combination of any of the above items
This past month the obnoxious frat boys (a + d +e) moved out and a nice young family moved in a couple weeks later. Given that my sleep had been consistently disrupted as they stomped home every evening after binge drinking at the bar for the past year, I enjoyed several weeks of blissful silence.
The new neighbors seemed to be promising. Soft spoken, for the most part. Quieter moving in than our neighbors had been on a normal day. Sweet young child. As it turns out, the mom stays home with her and, I have since discovered, likes to have the TV on for company. All. Day. Long. And she must be deaf, because, while the walls are thin, I can hear almost every word of what they are watching when the fan is on. and my tv. and the air conditioner.
My husband seems to be able to tune this all out. As for me? Well, the noise issue touches me on what is akin to a primal level. I am not (I have been told) pleasant to be around and have a hard time diverting my attention to anything other than every little noise emanating from the offending area. I frequently am reduced to tears. All because someone has decided to watch TV. Or listen to the radio. Or have a conversation. At a decibel that reaches my eardrums.
This morning as I was talking about it with my husband, he pointed out that he has never had a noisy neighbor situation get better by talking to them about it. He has had them get worse because of that. But never better. My experience pretty much mirrors that. So, I have been thinking that the arrival of this new irritation is perhaps actually a great learning opportunity. That my tolerance for noise is something I should work on.
So, besides wearing noise cancellation headphones at all times and installing a noise machine in every room of the house, any other suggestions?