This AM we went through our usual routine and left a little late at 6:40-ish. When we opened the door there was a type-written note taped to it from "Your friendly neighbor" about a child who is "making noise at 6:30 AM." Apparently the "child" is waking them up. I was pissed on so many levels. Too many to recount here, but the biggest being that the person(s) who wrote it were not brave enough to knock on our door and talk to us. I would gladly listen to anyone's complaints about noise, but the note on the door just makes me want to rebel. I don't want to spend too much time bothering with this, but it did ruin my day when it really shouldn't have. Jake is TWO and cannot control when he laughs, cries, smiles, or pouts! Enough said.
I took the Jakers to the park after picking him up. It was fun. He's a real good, sweet kid. He really is, which makes the whole note thing that much more bothersome. Actually, it's omma's bday week and the general mood is pretty bummed b/c she's sick. Life treats you to all kinds of up and downs and sometimes they come in spurts, affecting your whole life in every way. That's happening now and it happens to be going on with all of us at once.
Sigh.
Song of the Day: The Cure: Disintegration
