8:45. The babies were finally asleep. And then, I heard it.
The not so faint sounds of a guitar being played very close by.
No, it couldn't be, could it? Had bass boy gone back to his sleep-depriving ways? Didn't that guy know we had kids? Actually, how could he NOT know. The nursery was above his living room. I had absolutely no doubt in my mind that the guy knew we had babies -- and a 110 lb rottweiler.
So what was up with the musical stylings? Was he looking for trouble?
Was it revenge?
I sat silently cursing him while wishing for him to stop with the racket-making.
9:07. The music was still hummin on steadily and I was thankful that it wasn't loud, although it kept insinuating itself into my consciousness. I tried not to let it interfere with my updating of projects on Ravelry. Meanwhile, I could see Aden stirring restlessly.
I prayed silently, hoping that the music would just fade into his thoughts and got up to change the channel from "Deadliest Catch" to "Soundscapes" (aka, New Wave lullabye music). My hope was that the music and guitar would blend somehow but he woke before I got the numbers cued into the remote.
His fussing was insistent so I dropped the remote and got him a bottle. My little man was only partially awake but he was FULLY hungry.
Just then, Mark opened the door to the nursery... with a guitar in hand, asking if he could help.
I bit my tongue as I shooed him out of the room.
I then wondered how much bad karma I had incurred for my evil thoughts towards my innocent neighbor.
[Edited to add] 10:40. Bass boy, the one downstairs, decided to start practicing. The floor in the nursery is vibrating and I'm glad I sent evil thoughts his way earlier.