At about 9:30 p.m., the Banging Brood have been thumping and banging intermittently for the past 30 minutes or so. If it keeps going, I may be tempted to rap on their bedroom window with the baseball bat again.
Now, I did inform the apartment manager of what transpired yesterday, so I know it's been written up. We're just dealing with children that are really, really, really slow at learning discipline. I mean, even a mentally disabled person eventually learns that hot stoves burn hands. But these kids next door don't seem to realize that their actions are causing their mother to suffer, nor do they care. Nor does their mother particularly care either, even though she tries to play the sympathy card, being a single mother of five she clearly can't take care of.
Hey, I understand it's tough for single parents. I was from a single-parent household myself, but I learned my flipping discipline. Maybe that mother next door has a few too many children to support. She certainly can't give them the attention they need if she's busting her rump to support them all by herself.
