Well this week has been pretty rough on me. I'm blaming hormones right now, but when things were bad, I didn't think I was over reacting. Story starts EARLY Sunday morning. At 3am I heard the neighbours music turn on. At that time, it wasn't so bad, I was able to turn on our air filter and forget about it. But at 5am, it was cranked up so loud that it was ridiculous. So I called the police. After doing that I regreted it because it wasn't even 5 minutes after the call when then music went back down again. I layed awake debating if I should call them back and tell them not to bother. I decided to just let it be, if they show up, and it's quiet they will just leave again. I didn't get back to sleep much because Caleb was then up at 6am. This is unusual for him as he normally doesn't wake until 7am. So at 6:30am I got up with him and we cuddled on the couch while I watched t.v. Dave got up at 7, so I went back to bed in hopes for some sleep. Well this did not happen. The music came on again, this time it was the loudest I have ever heard it. I knew that they were playing Tom Petty, and in fact I could hear them shouting along to it! I was so furious! But I just got back up and figured I would start my day. I showered and got dressed and it was still going!
Dave left for Sunday school and I took Caleb for a walk around the block. When I got back, nothing had changed. So I went to their door and rang and banged 3 times, and no one answered. I could still hear them inside. I was so mad I almost had tears. I put Caleb down for a nap and thankfully with the noise of his lullaby music, he was able to fall asleep. But I called the police again, and they told me there was nothing they would do at that point because of the time of day, and that I would have to take it to the bylaw officer. I politely said thanks, and hung up. Then I just sat on the bottom step and cried my eyes out. What else could I possibly do, bylaw officers are government employees who don't work on weekends. When Dave got home I then ran to church since I was on nursery duty. It was at this time I started feeling pelvic pain but I didn't say anything. I knew that the stress was causing this and that I needed to just relax. Being away from the situation helped. But once I returned home I was over come with emotion. Dave said that they shut it down at 11-11:30am finally. I kept thinking how much I really hated them. I have never felt this way about anyone, and yet I was so wrapped up in my anger that I kept telling myself how much I hated them. In my tears I told Dave that I can't do this anymore, that we need to do something about this, and that I wanted to move.
On Monday Dave filed a complaint to the township, and I gathered sympathy at work. However one lady told me she knew how I felt, but the amount of times she filed complaints, she's never seen results. After hearing things like that, I again told Dave that we needed to move. So this whole week, it's been on our minds, we've been looking on mls every day, and Dave has contacted 2 real estate agents and the bank, and we'll start taking little steps. Heck, we even walked through a house on Monday night, one that will be privately sold. It was beautiful, but not what we needed.
I feel pretty weak. I mean, I feel like I've been conquered and beaten down, or like the loser who is walking away from a challenge. But I don't know what else to do. It's not even the summer yet, and I'm too scared to think of what life will be like with more mornings like Sunday ahead of me.
This has been on my mind this whole week. The idea of moving is pretty stressful, but the idea of going through this again with the neighbours is just as stressful, so if I had to choose which was better, I choose the move. I don't know what will come of it, maybe with time, our anger will rub off, until we encounter this problem again.
Outside of all this touble, Caleb is my joy. He is so adorable, I can't get enough of him. He is my sunshine in the morning, he is always so happy to see me come and get him, we eat our breakfast together, and he spends most of that time chattering away to me and just smiling at me. I love it. He's learning more and more everyday, and although the words aren't flying out of his mouth, he's able to communicate what he wants. If he wants to go out, he grabs his shoes or boots and brings them to us and grunts! I love it!
Yesterday Dave and I celebrated our 4th anniversary. It was nice, Dave sent me some lovely flowers. Today we both have off, so he took me to WildCraft, a newer restaurant in Waterloo, and it was really nice. We even went shopping. I broke down and returned all my Avent bottle stuff to Zellers. They are refunding full price for everything. So we got a store credit and did some shopping. Sad thing is for me, is the alternatives to baby bottles are either a)not suitable and pulled off the shelves or b) all sold out despite the crazy price! I am going to try the breastfeeding again with this little one, but not full on, call me selfish, but I don't want to be their only provider in the food department. So again, I don't know what we'll do. But I will try and figure something out.