It’s hard for me to admit but I am slowly turning into my Grandma. She was that old lady in your neighborhood who never let kids go into her yard to get their kickball and she called the neighbors living next door the “foreigners” (even though she was from Italy too) because they made her mad once.
Ok, maybe I’m not as bad yet but I’m getting there. Specifically when it comes to one of neighbor’s punk kids and all of the cars that come and go from the house at all hours with their bass systems blaring and their engines ridiculously loud. I know I wouldn’t care if we didn’t have kids – but we do and I don’t want them to wake up in the middle of the night because some dudes who thought they were cool had to blare their bass and rev their engines when they drop off or pick up their buddy.
I know I need to relax – I mean I’m sure I did a ton more annoying things than that when I was growing up. It’s just now that I’m Old Lady Valles – I have to act the part!
Are You Zhazha? 
At least your ire is legit! I get mad if Camille is napping, and the school across the street lets out. The parents all line the cars up along our road, and a teacher yells the kids names into a megaphone as each parent reaches the front of the line. "Johnson! Katy Johnson! McGraw carpool! All for the McGraw carpool!" I secretly seethe, but I mean really, it's a school. Not some punk kid. I need to calm down.
HA! The picture I got in my head of the megaphone and the kids scrambling and the parents makes me crack up – that too would drive me nutso. What's funny about yours is that someday we're going to have to be the ones behind the wheel waiting for our kids' names to be screamed.
Oh, I know, Nikki….I totally understand.
One time when we were in RH,GA our neighbor across the street was SAWING ceramic tile at 11:30pm and Logan and Jensen's room was just across from it. I was FURIOUS!!!!! ALMOST MIDNIGHT ON A SCHOOL NIGHT.
Yep, you guessed it. Old lady Walker called the police!! 😮