Living in a complex is not all it’s cracked up to be and I’m currently loathing the fact that I live in a complex. Sure, it comes with the bonus of
a false an added sense of security, having your garden automatically cared for, a swimming pool with none of the responsibility, a body corporate to nag to fix issues, and there’s always friendly people greeting you among the complex streets.
What I do not enjoy is the fact that my complex is overrun with cats, and that my baby daughter cats get attacked on a daily basis, resulting in over a thousand ronts in vet fees for ‘fight wounds’ (I do kinda love that it sounds like Chloe is part of Fight Club though – but she never talks about it weirdly enough).
I hate that at 4:37AM today, I ran out of my bedroom in my pyjamas, swearing and shouting at that asshole ginger cat who will not leave my babies alone and not having something to throw at him, and not being able to find my taser/shotgun. (IT’S A JOKE! Or is it..?) If this sounds vaguely familiar, then you are correct. This time, though, I shouted, “GET BACK HERE, YOU ASSHOLE!” My poor neighbours must think there’s a crazy person living in the flat downstairs.
What I hate is my opposite neighbours and their baby. Now, guys, I know that hate is a strong word. Please don’t get me wrong, I’m a midwife, and I love babies but this has become next level crazy annoying where I have even considered smothering myself with a pillow to bring my suffering to an end.
Their baby must be around 8 or 9 months old now – I remember them bringing their baby home after she was just born. She cried a bit at the beginning, but nothing too terrible and she was just a normal, chilled baby. But now, all hell has broken loose. This baby cries constantly. But I mean CONSTANTLY. The other day, I was awake from 3AM with her screaming relentlessly – the screaming was still going on when I left for work at 6AM. I don’t know if her parents are trying the ‘let her cry it out’ strategy, if she’s teething and not well, dedicating her soul to Satan, or what it is, but this baby is literally keeping me up almost every night and early morning. And I just don’t ever hear her quieten down as if she is being soothed, held, or loved.
It doesn’t just happen in the nights though. On Sunday, at midday, this baby was screaming blue murder. Yesterday afternoon, at 4PM, and again at 9PM, this baby was going nuts.
I don’t want to be that person that lays a complaint about a baby, but seriously, how much longer can I go on without sleep?! My sleep is very important to me, ok? I honestly feel horrid for the parents, because if I can hear the baby shouting and screaming that loud, imagine what they must hear?
I’m trying not to be judgey – but seriously, what do you do in circumstances like this? Is there no way they can calm this baby down?! I know I can’t really comment seeing as I’m not a parent. My patience is wearing super thin. I almost screamed “SHUUUUT UUUUUUUP!” out my window the other day. Thankfully, I managed to restrain myself.
I’m also hesitant about going to speak to the mom, because I don’t know her at all, and I heard the parents swearing and shouting at each other the other day, so there are obviously problems – and the last thing I want is to make them feel bad, or god forbid, anger them some more, or cause more tension in their relationship.
Also, even if I lay a complaint to the body corporate, it’s not like a yapping dog that they can tell the owners to get rid of or have the voice box removed.. Or can they? JOKE – JUST A JOKE.
Here’s a photo of my flat, and Chloe mooning you. Just because.