DIAPERLOGUE: the unremarkable adventures of a suburban prince and princess

Friday, November 17, 2006

diaperant: Pitter, Patter

posted by Evan Jake at 7:38 PM

I'm usually a pretty mellow baby. I don't complain much. And I'm fairly easy to please. But I've got something to get off my chest.

I'm a pretty sound sleeper. Most nights I get to sleep pretty quickly with very little fuss. But lately, I've been hearing a lot of stomping, whirring and banging coming from above my room.

As I'm trying to go to sleep I hear loud footsteps. I hear vacuum cleaners. I hear a washing machine spin off balance. I know these noises aren't coming from our house. There are no footsteps because mom and dad are usually to tired to move once I go to bed. And they certainly don't have time to vacuum or do laundry. No, those noises are coming from our neighbors from upstairs.

Our upstairs neighbors must do ten loads of wash every day. Maybe someone up there messes their sheets and spits up on their clothes. Only they don't have any babies living upstairs.

So there I'll be, snug in my crib, dreaming of car rides (I love car rides). Suddenly, a din from above will rouse me from my peaceful sleep. When I get woken up, I'm not a happy camper. If I don't get at least eleven hours of sleep a night, I'm one cranky baby. Plus, I really need my cutie sleep. How do you think I stay so adorable?

Once I'm up, I cry so loud, those neighbors up there must surely be able to hear me. But it doesn't seem to stop them. Maybe if I cry loud enough, dad will go up there and give them a piece of my mind. Or maybe he'll go out and buy us a real house. With stairs.

Hey, keep it down up there! This baby is trying to sleep!!!

~:O

2 Comments:

At 4:28 AM, Blogger ... said...

I feel your pain EJ. I have a family with twin 2-year old girls and a 6 month old baby living above us. Hardwood floors. Running and jumping at all hours. Crying. 12 loads of laundry a day that make our walls vibrate (can't they get a piece of @#&$# rubber to put under the machine!?). It's enough to make my mom go postal. Or at least threaten to buy them wall to wall carpeting.

A house with stairs would be nice. Or at least living under a family of ballerinas instead of elephants.

Noah J

 
At 12:09 PM, Blogger Jamie said...

Oh no, having people live above you is the worst! Hopefully you guys can get your house with stairs soon :)

I can't tell you how relieved I was to see that EJ still insists on mom holding him when she is in sight. Thank you so so much for sharing that with me.

 

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