Stupid Neighbors

Yesterday after work I went to our leasing agent, Jan, to talk about our downstairs neighbor leaving us a note wanting to speak with us (made N call -- I knew I'd either chicken out and not say boo or I'd completely rip her head off through the phone -- oh, and apparently C is lactose intolerant and needs to go on formula and is extremely fussy -- I didn't know this). Anyway, the feeling I got when I left the leasing agent (since Serah, the neighbor, had talked to her first) was that basically C can't cry between 10 pm and 6 am (how nice, since we have to leave for daycare before 6 am, she's guaranteed to cry when getting dressed and ready to eat), and can't cry for more than a couple minutes during the day. Tummy time is the only exception, since the doctor says we have to do it. I'm so pissed. And exhausted. Because of this, C slept through the night last night (of course, she was extra fussy last night because Mommy was super stressed out) and I didn't because I was staying awake apparently to hear her cry so she wouldn't wake anyone but me up. How many cans of Pepsi are safe to drink in a day? (Plus a frappacino that I have in the fridge?)

We were told that it's not ok for her to pound on the wall, and to remind her of this. That if she has a problem, she needs to come talk to us or call us. Calling us isn't an option since I won't let her have our phone number (unless Jan gives it to her, in which case I'll rip Jan a new one since I specifically told her I don't want Serah to have our phone number because I feel like she'd take advantage of having it and call us frequently over petty things). I guess if this happens, be prepared for me to be unreachable for awhile while I change phone numbers, which is a sad thought since I've had this number for over 10 years. I am hoping she does pound on our wall at 5:00 again some morning, so I can go knock on her door and make her get out of bed to face me.