The Neighbor Kids … Are Jerks
So the babies are down for the night and I’m relaxing (finally!). The TV is on low volume (I need the white noise) and I’m “window shopping” on one of my favorite sites. It’s only a little after 1 a.m. here in my sleepy little town and even I’m thinking about crawling into bed to get a good nights rest. That was until …
BAM! BAM! BANG! CRASH! random shouts STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! THUD! more random shouts SLAM!
With all that noise it’s no surprise that both the babies are crying, my head is spinning, and the wonderful quiet that I had waited for all day is gone. Needless to say, those neighbor kids are jerks!
Now don’t get me wrong. I think I’ve tried about everything close to going over there, tying them up, and tossing their disrespectful little butts into the basement with duck tape over their mouths. I’ve tried to be nice by going over and asking the boys, a seventeen year old and his younger brother of thirteen, to give it a break with the late night stupidity. I’ve talked to the mother, a single woman who works more than one job to take care of her family, without any resolve. I’ve even called the cops and had them tell the boys to cool it with the yelling, fighting, and general ridiculousness. None of this has helped. It has even gotten to the point that when I have confronted the kids, and let me tell you that it does take some courage because I don’t exactly live on the best side of town, my husband works nights so it’s typically just me and the babies till about 7 a.m., and the older boy almost always has three or more other boys over (so in a fight I’d be K.O.ed), and at this point they just lie to me (or the cops). Now that’s just down right disrespectful and quite frankly, I’m sick of it!
I’d go as far as saying that the amount of blatant rudeness and general disrespect by teenagers has taken a sharp turn in the wrong direction. Going to the mall to shop with my kids has even become a task due to all the swearing, rudeness, loudness, and obvious bad attitudes (and clothing choices) of most teens. I look at my girls and I feel almost heart broken because I know that no matter how good I am as a parent, no matter how many obvious truths I try to instill onto my now babies, one day they will be teens going to high school and being influenced by people who just don’t care.
Now I know those boys next door were raised by their mom. And I truly believe that she is a nice, loving, nurturing parent who only wants the best for her kids. So where do I go from here? I mean, I can’t promise to continue playing nice for much longer. My sanity is at stake here, plus the on going happiness of my family. Because everybody knows that if momma ain’t happy, ain’t nobody gonna be happy! I guess only time will tell in a situation like this. I believe that there really are only two choices left. Either my family and I move soon, or I might have to teach them a lesson by taking the cops up on their last offer. I’ll let you ponder what that might be all on your own.