We spent last night in Anchorage, my parents graciously invited us and it helped me get better quickly. K had a 10-hour round trip flight to some Aleutian island so he was tired.
Back home today in our cramped quarters, we had more of Mom's caribou soup for dinner, yummy stuff even if I can't really taste it. K got the kids' bedtime routine going before he went to hockey.
Our oldest child is a night-owl, and constantly reports to us "I can't sleep..." long after the other ones are out. Tonight was the same, "I'm too hot, blah blah blah" until I finally set her up with a make-shift bed on the floor.
Within minutes of thinking I'd finally closed out the bedtime epic, through the window came none other than the sound of someone's happy, carefree bongo drumming. At 10:45pm.
So I put on my shoes and coat, walked outside, stood by the idling car parked just below our windows, and asked them nicely to stop making so much noise. The guy in the front passenger's seat had a drum in his lap, but the guy in the back seat was the one who politely said they'd stop. Of course they stopped - and started right up again after I'd huffed and puffed my way back up the stairs. They kept it up for maybe five more minutes when I finally lost it and yelled out the window, "COULD YOU STOP YOUR DRUMMING PLEASE!!!!"
That was much more effective.
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