Journal Excerpts:3-31 thru 4-11

3-31-2014
Monday

Well, it has been another lovely weekend of screeching kids  running all over the place, banging on the door and climbing all over the front porch. I've written exactly zilch the past three days thanks to these little brats. Yes, I said BRATS.

Ill behaved, ill mannered, these kids are a reflection of their lackluster parents. One sits on his ass while the other half asses at her job, trying to stir shit and cause trouble. Making it all the more unpleasant is the fact that these "parents" a term that I use loosely, will not corral their kids nor quieten them. Hell, the parents are just as noisy and ill mannered as the kids.

Before these people landed, like a great dark cloud, we barely knew there were kids in the area. Most of us moved out here, away from the city and the noise, so it does not make us happy to have noise for hours on end. We do not enjoy having our peace and tranquility being wrecked by people unwilling to try to meet us half way. This recent Spring Break was a damn nightmare. After all the racket I was overjoyed when school was back in session.

On top of this, the kids are desperate for adult attention. Each day when Cain comes in from work, they run to him like a miniature horde of wild horses. They clamor for attention, begging to come inside to play with the dog or see what he is doing or going to do. He tries to be patient, tries to be calm, but after a long day of putting up with bullshit, which includes their mother slacking at her job and expecting him or someone else to clean up after her, he is not eager to deal with her brats. Nor am I.

We have both done our child rearing, thank you very much, and we do not intend to parent our neighbor's kids.  They seem to expect free babysitters, but I am not going to give freeloaders free sitting services.

I'm so tired of noise, trespassing and kids in our yard. I feel that we have been patient enough and this is nothing short of child neglect and harassment.


4-1-2014
Tuesday

After being told to stay off the porch and go play in their yard, the horde was back again today. We were attempting to enjoy our dinner in peace, but the noise kept coming and going. Finally, after about the fifteenth time of thudding on the porch and banging, I got up and confronted the kids. I told them to stay off the porch, that they had been told this already, and told them to go home. I did not yell, I did not curse, which took a great deal of effort on my part.

I do not want them hurt and I fear they will rip open a foot or leg on our old porch. I also have a stress problem that their noise and thumping aggravates. Not to mention checking to see who is at the door over and over gets old real fast!

We haven't had a chance to renovate anything yet, thanks to all the interuptions and injuries, body aches, etc., and really we should not have to be responsible for other peoples kids, especially after being told repeatedly to go home and play there.

As it is, their mother has already told people that I do not exist and that Cain talks to himself. She says that he is lazy (that after she left half her work to be done at their place of employment and even said he would have to do it for her the next day) and won't watch her own damn kids. It is only part time for him, something that should not be so stressful or difficult.

It is so hard to write, and deal with the aches and pains of RA while having EIGHT kids climbing all over our house, screaming like banshees.

I don't know what has gotten into people. You try to be nice, be a good neighbor, a decent person, and they screw you over, lie about you and do their damnedest to ruin your life.

So, I have a plan. I am going to get video of this bullshit and hold it over her head. As it is, this bitch eavesdrops by practically crawling up on our windows to listen in. Can't watch her kids, can't raise them worth a damn, but can find time to spy on her neighbors and make up lies. As I've said before, we keep our blinds closed all the time now and that is doing us no good to feel imprisoned in our own home. We have tried other routes to deal with this nonsense, so I am getting ready to get proof of this bullshit and if necessary call family services. With a father and grandfather at the home, you would think someone could watch the kids!



4-2-2014
Wednesday

Well today was a strange one! After catching our neighbor spying on us, not only trying to listen in on our conversations, but trying to get up close to peer in the windows we thought she could stoop no lower.

Then Cain came in from work and she raced outside to gather up her brood and usher them inside. So very weird! However, the kids were playing in their own yard, where they belonged. She is just being a bitch now, acting all afraid of us AFTER she tried to walk all over us. Some people are just nuts.

To make matters worse, she got caught taking illegal drugs at work with a co-worker who is known as a pusher (has been caught repeatedly on the premises at work, as well as seen buying from another pusher). The owners of the business know this but ignore it. They seem to think they can save the pusher, but she doesn't want to be saved. An alcoholic/drug addict cannot be helped unless they truly desire help. Anyway, the pusher is sharing drugs with bitchy neighbor, so we are both just trying to stay away from these idiots.



4-3-2014
Thursday

It was a repeat of the odd corraling of kids and hurrying to get them inside the house. It is offensive and hurtful. Neither of us would ever harm a child. We both helped raise our siblings; we value children's safety. Now this woman who can't be bothered to look after her own kids, who screams at them and calls them stupid is acting as though we are cannibals or something who are a threat to her children.

Hey, we aren't the drug users or drunks. That is on her side and her hubby's.

It is sad, but this mess really started with the crack head at work. She has this M.O. where she buddies up to the new guy or gal, tries to get them to go over to her house and get drunk and get high. Once they think they can trust her, she sells them out and turns on them. People have lost their jobs, their freedom and their homes due to this vile woman. Now she is wrangling in our neighbor and oh boy! both are working their bitch angle.

As we are pretty much in the middle of nowhere, where the police do not handle this crap unless absolutely forced, it is best to lie low until the BS passes by. The alternative is going outside local authorities for help, but that can result in years' long investigations and you getting tagged a stoolie while you try to avoid a fatal accident. On a lighter note, the police do not bother us, nor harass us out here, as long as we turn a blind eye to the drug pushers and other crimes taking place all over.

There are up sides and down sides to any place you live, regardless of state or politics, at least here we know the good from the bad and can usually avoid trouble by staying far away from the bad.


4-7-2014
Monday

It has been mostly quiet so far today. Hell, it is only 11:44 a.m. so it is still pretty early for noise. There has been some banging and thudding next door but they do that on a daily basis. It is impossible for them to not make a lot of noise, but at least there are no screaming kids running all over our place, trying to find a way to get in. Ugh. I'll take small mercies where I can find them!

It has rained off and on all weekend so that helps act as a buffer. It is still too cool for kids to play outside when it is raining, so we are grateful for those small blessings yet again.


4-11-2014
Friday

Such wonderful news! The horde and their keepers are moving. It seems that prayers are answered. Found out today that our peeping Tom neighbor is heading back home to where ever unpleasant folk like that live. After her lies, slandering, gossip and sheer malice I am grateful for this departure.

Oddly enough, the hubby (whom I call twat face under my breath, as I try to be civil) was yelling at his door way about No one telling him how to raise his kids.  Funny, we never said that. We said to them to go home, play there, where it was safe. We have a lot of things kids can get hurt on here. Gopher holes, snake holes, slick rocks, jutting boards on the porch, etc., not good for kids. Plus, the noise they make is unbearable. Anyway you can kinda see why I mutter obscenities under my breath, to blow off steam, yet never have I said a cross word to parent or child.

After this, should they return, I will not remain nice.