And I kind of get it, because before I had a baby and I would have to sit next to one on a plane or listen to one whine and cry at a table next to me in a restaurant I'd be all "why these babies gotta be all up in my bidness?"
Then I'd say something really intelligent like "why don't them parents just stay home or get themselves a sitter or somethin? Damn!"
(This required a lot of head shaking and pursing of lips as well).
So I'm sadly understanding of the guy next door when he literally throws a hissy fit last night when baby started crying at 12:30 in the morning.
It wasn't her fault really, she's used to staying up late, getting up later. She likes that night time was when Mom would play with her and watch The Millionaire Matchmaker. It was all good until I started working again and then all of a sudden had to be up at 6:45 every morning. I was ready to pass out at 10 last night and while Baby laid down with me for a minute, rested, almost fell asleep, she immediately woke up and wanted to play. Then she wanted to cry because I couldn't play. Then she wanted to sit at the door outside of the room and whine because I wouldn't open it to play and then, finally, she laid down to fall asleep but I was already asleep so she just LOST IT.
And as she's losing it, next door, we hear:
WHAT THE FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! (Punches/slams something up against the wall). I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE, FUCK! FUCK! I DON'T PAY THIS MUCH TO LIVE WITH THIS FUCKING SHIT, FUCKING BABY, FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?! (kicking and punching the walls).
The weird thing was that Husband and I were eerily apologetic about the whole thing. The look we gave each other just said "man we suck because we have a baby that's crying and our random next door neighbor is soooo upset about it." As if, we had committed the ultimate sin, the having a baby in a nice restaurant/taking a baby to the movies/ thinking that other people should bow down to our baby sin. And we both looked GUILTY as we laid her down (again) for sleep.
After that, she was just quiet, almost as if she too felt a little guilty and bad for the neighbor.
I even woke up today feeling bad for the neighbor.
And then I talked to Vee on chat and told her all about our night, and Vee (love of my life, coolest girl in the room) says: "What an asshole. It was just one night. ASS HOLE!"
It made me feel better.
No less tired... but better.
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