We are totally "those neighbors"

We don't have a motorcycle or loud parties.

We do, however, have a loud baby.  And tonight she's cutting (we think) three teeth.  She's miserable.  And we've given her Tylenol and Motrin and even used Orajel, though I don't like to use it if we don't have to.  And we've given her ice cream.  And frozen teethie thingees to chew on.  And I even let her nurse to help calm her down, which was incredibly painful and didn't last for very long because I shrieked when she bit me and that just made her even more hysterical. 

We really, honestly, did everything that we could to help her out.  She was exhausted, rubbing her eyes and yawning, but still crying and fussing.  So we just put her in her crib and let her cry it out, turned on the washing machine and dishwasher and tried to tune it out.  We even stuffed a towel under the crack of the front door to try to contain the noise.

She's our kid, so we don't mind the 10-20 minutes of hysterical crying.  But I don't think our new neighbors feel the same way.

We live in an apartment building.  It's a new construction; it's only six years old.  It's a "luxury complex" so it was built with some extras in mind - decent insulation being one of them.  It's actually rather nice to live in a real apartment building in the Boston area; most "apartments" are houses that have been chopped up or super old buildings that don't have the greatest sound muffling.  So we think we're pretty spiffy here in our "new" place.

When we decided to move in here, I confessed to Will that I was worried about having noisy neighbors.  He told me that WE would be the noisy neighbors.  And he was right.

Will let me go down to the fitness center for 20 minutes earlier this evening so I could escape the crying and clear my head.  As I was coming back up through our hallway, I heard one of our neighbors in front of me, entering his apartment.  As the baby let out a scream inside our apartment, he definitely said "******* baby!" and slammed his door shut.  He didn't see me; I was just behind him in the hallway.

I get it.  You are paying thousands of dollars every month to live in a nice apartment complex, and then the couple with the loud baby moves in next door.  It sucks. 

But what are we supposed to do?  Until Massachusetts stops being stupid about housing regulations and zoning and home prices become reasonable OR until we can save a few more years to afford the massive down payment we need to buy a single family home without compromising IRA contributions and the like... we're stuck renting.  Will's job is here; his industry is really only in a few cities in the US (all of which have ridiculous housing prices, I might add.)  

So here we are in our tiny little apartment: baby screaming, husband stressed out, me escaping by blogging and our neighbors turning up their televisions and swearing at us under their breath in the hallways. 

Yikes.  Welcome home?