I may or may not have mentioned this when we moved into our new place. The external hallway lights are automatic. Come Shabbos, we are pretty much locked in to our 1200ish square feet. Normally it's not an issue. We have the balcony. Sometimes (read: basically every week) we don't even get dressed, just stay in our pjs and relax. Saturday night, our apartment usually looks like a hurricane hit. I try to follow behind the kids and clean as much as possible during the day, we like to use Saturday night as tv catch-up night.
Sometimes, it's a bit much for the kids and they start bouncing off the walls. Literally. Yesterday, Benny crawled into the pack n play and started jumping. By the time we got him to stop (didn't take very long) he had apparently, unbeknownst to us, pissed off our neighbor. A few minutes later, Bella went in to take a nap. Her crying must have taken the cake.
**BANG BANG BANG**
In almost six months of living here and never having an issue, on a Saturday afternoon, that is what brought our neighbor to get upset and slam his fists against the wall!
Of course, the banging on the wall freaked Bella out, who would have been asleep in seconds otherwise. She started screaming even more. Shuky said something like, "Can we help you sir???" through the wall. I hear him walk out of his room. Seconds later, he's at our door.
"Um. I'm not answering that one Shuky, he's all yours."
Shuky opens the door, ready for war. He explains to the guy that by knocking on the wall, she won't go to sleep any faster. He's here to complain about the two seconds of Benny jumping earlier. And to apologize for banging on the wall. Said he worked the night shift (not sure what he does but now I'm super curious!) and was exhausted and totally overreacted. We agreed to try to keep it down. He agreed to stop banging on the wall. Everyone went back to their respective beds.
I keep muttering to myself, "Two more years, two more years."