Maybe my pregnancy hormones are raging more than I would like to believe.
I live in a very quiet neighborhood ..but nearly everyone has issues on my street. We whimsically refer to it as Wisteria Lane. One neighbor is living with the other neighbors ex ..and the kids walk back and forth for visitation. Lots of drama, blah blah. My neighbor directly next door is the weirdest ...single dad ..2 kids. Except that he got remarried and moved to a different city 2 years ago and left his 15 year old in the house by herself so she could finish high school. So. My neighbor is a 15 (now 16) year old that lives alone in a $200k house. Um. I find it difficult to not call social services. Anyway.
The 16 year old is usually very quiet. Sometimes makes poor choices and we all watch out for her (leaving the garage door open all night, etc.). The last 3 nights, however, have been hellish. The first two nights, she had a few friends in the driveway and talked very loudly until 3:30 am. So loudly, that I felt like they were in my bedroom. I got progressively more annoyed until I opened the window and told her to take it inside because she was driving me nuts. Last night ..she had a party. 20 cars in the neighborhood. Music so loud the bass was shaking my house. Car horns? Honking non-stop. Just for the fun of it. Remote lock the car. Remote unlock the car. Outside running around and screaming like banshees. Until 6:15 a.m. I was pissed ..wanted to call the cops. Monk wouldn't let me. Neither of us slept for 5 minutes all night. I was LIVID by 6:30 a.m. and had to get up at 7:00 a.m. for work.
I had fantasies about egging the cars that were left over on the street. Then pulling in the driveway and honking my horn every 30 seconds until they were all awake and miserable. I was determined to call the abandoning father. Called another neighbor instead ...yeah ..they heard it ...only woke them up once or twice though. Another neighbor? Slept through the entire thing. WTF?
So I called another neighbor ..and had her call the dad to tell him that we were ticked ...and that he needed to be around to supervise more. He's all kinds of pissed off and is supposedly coming into town to deal with the whole situation. I'm sure his house is trashed.
And now I'm scared. And feel like I'm 90. Because seriously? When did I turn into the old lady that called and told parents about the party instead of the girl that's having the party??