I am sorry for disrupting your peaceful world that you have enjoyed up to this point. I'm sorry for causing your life to "fall apart." We didn't get to finish our conversation yesterday after you put your hand up in the air and walked away from my front doorstep in the middle of the day. After thinking about it for the last 24 hours there are some things that I didn't get to say.
In response to some of your comments:
I'm really sorry that "me and my 3 kids" had to move above you. That men and women are still creating offspring that live with them and that we, too, need a place to live. Unfortunately the neighborhood you chose to live in here in NY has quite a number of families and now one of those families has rented the apartment above you. Sorry about that.
I'm sorry that you chose to work from your home this one Saturday, which happened to be a rainy one and that my kids were having fun playing with their Dad in the middle of the day because it's one of the only days they get to see their Dad during the week.
I'm very sorry that I "can't do anything about my kids." And that I'm "so inconsiderate," even though I took them out for a walk early in the morning, in the rain because it was so early and I didn't want to disturb my neighbors. And how "unthoughtful," I was to be heading out the door, once again, right when you knocked on my door to chew me out in the MIDDLE OF THE DAY!
And yes, I'm sorry that we may just be here on Thanksgiving weekend, in our own home. Do tenants in this building typically have to ask when they can stay in their own apartments? I'll have to reread my leasing contract.
Now is where I start getting really mean, I just can't help myself.
I'm sorry that your "boyfriend won't even spend the night at your apartment anymore." That's really a shame that somebody that doesn't pay rent in the building I live in can't shack up with you in your apartment. Maybe if he really loved you he would marry you instead of just using you and you could go live together in the same apartment--maybe even in one that doesn't let kids into that building :) In fact he probably is thankful that we moved in so now he has a good excuse to not stay over til the morning. See? I told you I get mean.
And I would be even sorrier if you do in fact end up having to move. What a shame that would be to not have a neighbor like you.
So if you'd ever like to talk this over maybe you could act like an adult and we could come up with some sort of solution instead of walking away like one of my children. Or maybe you could even answer your door the next time I follow after you to work out this little problem instead of hiding behind your peep-hole and pretending you didn't just walk into your apartment. That would be the more civilized way to handle problems. Until then, I'll just write you letters on my blog.
With sincerest apologies,
Me and My 3 Kids