I am completely understanding of the pitfalls of apartment living. I often have no problem with it. We live on the second floor so it is understood that we will occasionally have to listen to things both above and below us.
The kid downstairs likes to play rock band while the kids above us play their stereo (do they even have stereos any more? Am I showing how old I am?) really loud when their parents aren’t home. Usually this isn’t a problem because a.) I like music and therefore it doesn’t really bother me all that much and b.) it has never happened that both sets of kids are playing at the same time.
The kids upstairs are listening to something with a very predominant bass line. Predominant and very, very loud. If I had things on my walls, they would have already fallen off.
The kid downstairs has added singing to his Rock Band arsenal. This is not a good thing. I’ve wracked my brain trying to think of a way to convey to him that he really needs to stay in school and get a job… far from the performing arts.
This has been going on for about three hours now (why aren’t you hoarse yet? why aren’t your eardrums bleeding?) and I’m almost to the “old lady go and bang on the ceiling” stage. I don’t want to be that lady. Please don’t make me be that lady.
Oh and chick downstairs whose child is currently torturing the entire hearing population in the five mile radius- next time you bang on the ceiling because my dogs happen to run and play for 30 seconds you bet your sweet ass I’m going to be at your door giving you a piece of my mind.
Thank god we are buying a house.