The upstairs neighbors have a wacky schedule because the wife works two graveyard shifts a week (she’s a nurse). We hear them walking around at 1:00, 3:00, 5:00 a.m. I’m not really sure when they actually sleep. There are some seriously squeaky floorboards right above our bedroom, which is also where their bedroom is. So when they’re getting ready for bed, it’s like someone’s in our bedroom rubbing their fingers on a balloon. For half an hour. At 1:00, 3:00, 5:00 a.m.
They put their three-year-old to bed at midnight every night, so we can almost always count on a tantrum at 11:30. Until we complained about it, they would also let him push chairs around the kitchen at, say, 10:30. Somebody (or both of them) is a snooze-button person who also uses the setting on their alarm clock that sounds like the music from Psycho. From time to time, I get to hear that alarm every fifteen minutes for an hour and a half, starting at, say, 5:00 a.m. Oh, and because we’re just in the basement of a house, there’s no insulation between floors, so I can also hear the husband snoring.
For the two months since we moved here, the combined problems of poor insulation between floors, squeaky floorboards, and wacky schedules have cost us sleep almost every single day. Even Lego has woken up because of them.
The upstairs neighbors are moving this week.