photo by rabble
Weekends in my apartment village are less peaceful on the weekends due to a SCREAMING infant that now lives 3 doors down. Fortunately, the parents appear to be putting this kid in day care during the week; otherwise I’d really be climbing the walls. Every Saturday and Sunday afternoon — prime hours to have your doors propped open for maximum cross breezes, the baby CRIES FOR HOURS.
Management denies people the option to have pets in my apartment village — not even with an extra deposit for possible damage. Why can’t we also have baby free zones in residential housing?
I can’t be the only one that wants a peaceful Saturday and Sunday afternoon back. How is a screaming baby less of an issue than a barking dog? I scribbled on walls in orange crayon when I was little (paper was so cliche), so the occasional in house pet accident is no more problematic.
If you’re new here, you’re probably thinking, someday when she has kids of her own, she’ll understand. Here’s this short story — you’ve missed a page, I don’t ever want to be a mommy. When I come home I want peace and quiet.
Maybe I should drop off a pacifier as a welcome to the neighborhood gift. . .
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ahhh…. the colicky, rip your hair out, shut the (insert choice here) up, baby! That was (and still frequently is) my first daughter. My sympathy to both parties, as no one wins in this situation, but imagine that being your kid and you’ll have all the more sympathy for those mug shots of “heinous” mothers who shook their babies to death. I don’t condone it, or think that any reasonable person should let it go that far, but certainly its understandable!
As for baby-free places…senior living communities… maybe you’ll even find a nice rich octagenarian that you can be unhappily satsified with!
I agree that after marriage and ESPECIALLY after kids- much of your happiness is replaced with stress, BS, and more problems, but from my perspective, it is still worth it and exchanged for a different kind of happiness called joy- it lasts a lot longer, even though the road to getting there sucks. have a good one.