Continuation...

Apparently the thunderstorms that never actually came did not change the behaviour of Hubby, Bulldozer, the Wee Little One or even me. Instead it came in the form of a reaction from our scum lord. Sure enough waiting for me in my e-mail account was yet ANOTHER complaint about the noise up here, this time the washer. In all fairness it was very late when we ran the washer on Monday but seriously, he's the one complaining? To this day we've been utterly ignored on all accounts for every problem that we've ever had (including the biggies like vermin, ant infestations and leaking pipes), we've been yelled at my a very inebriated landlord and all the promises that were made at the beginning of our lease took upwards to a year to actually get completed! If it were just the drunken incident, that alone would be enough to complain about but with all these "incidences" I've had ENOUGH! I apologized for the noise and promised we wouldn't do laundry that late at night anymore. Then I told him it's a give and take relationship, our unanswered phone calls, etc... were unacceptable and I needed some reciprocation. Give and take doesn't include making us go out and buy a carpet for our living room because he can't take the sound of running (children) feet or the sound of toy cars rolling over the floor. If he wanted complete quiet he should have bucked when I told him that we had two kids and should have chosen someone a little quieter ... make a 90-something year old woman!

Grrr... I am beyond frustration.