I had to write an ugly note to my neighbor....

Let me say first that I love my neighborhood. I am on a first name basis with the neighors on each side of us, the neigbors across the street to the left and across the street to the right. When we were looking at this house one neighbor actually came over and introduced himself then. We talk to our neigbors often, one lady bakes for us at Christmas and the ones across the street on the right side have identally aged children as Riley and Samuel within just a few weeks of each other so we get together in one yard or another quite often and exchange clothes for the kids, etc.

The problem is the wretched woman directly across the street from us. (Let's just say I REALLY miss the people who moved out of that house a little over a year ago.) She is horrible. She has four children ranging from 17 down to like 3. She literally cusses each one of them each and every time they are in the process of loading up into the car to leave. The cops are over there at least twice each month...as of this morning it has been twice in one week...I am assuming it is for domestic disputes. When the cops were leaving this morning her one of her middle children ran out screaming...."come back, come back!" Poor kids!!!!She has accused us as well as the neighbors who have the same aged children of being racist (she is white, her two youngest appear to be hispanic and her two oldest are black) because we don't allow our children to play with her children....they addressed that issue with the other couple who quickly told her that we weren't but that we really didn't want our children playing with her children because they are very violent and they also cuss like sailors. Her two oldest children are boys like 17 and 11 years old and I have heard them call me a f*%$#@ B*&%$ and I heard her call me several names the other day....hummmm wonder where they get their award winning attitude from? She does not know me from Adam's housecat. When she first moved it I attempted to make friends with her but quickly realized that it probably wasn't going to happen. I feel so bad for the kids. There is no father in the picture just a few guys that come and go. I don't know what the lady's name is so I call her "the hooker" because she doesn't work and I have no idea she affords such an expensive house. That is really ugly but it kind of evolved over time.

Okay so that is the background on the mom of the year across the street...well today my mother-in-law was over here keeping the kids so that I could go to lunch with some former coworkers. While she was outside in my yard playing with my children and the neighbors were having their normal drama trying to get loaded into the car and she was cussing her kids. Then she looks over and screams "Oh, get in the house and watch t.v. lady!" to my mother in law! My mother in law had enough class not to yell anything back in front of her four kids and my two..she didn't want to give the woman the satisfaction of an argument...I wonder if I would have had the same amount of retraint??? I think some redneck may have come out but I am not sure.

After my mother in law left I was still fuming. So I wrote my lovely neighbor an ugly note...not really ugly but direct. (I really wanted to talk to her face to face but they left minutes before I went outside so I decided a note may be better anyway. I do not want to have an argument with anyone in front of my kids but wanted to get my point across. I feel quite certain she would have turned the conversation into an arugment...and again I couldn't guarantee the redneck wouldn't have bubbled out of me.)

I wrote:
Do not sream at people visiting my home. You can yell at your family if you like but do not yell at mine. You cannot expect not to receive curious glances with the amount of choas that occurs outside your house!

I taped the note outside her house. I saw one of her kids take it inside.

I doubt the note will do any good but I wanted her to know that some of her outragous behavior will not be tolerated.

I will keep you guys posted on the "hooker drama" as one of my friends who lives on the other side of the neighborhood calls it. Every time she hears sirens she will send me a text message asking if it is the hooker's house again.