The Claws Came Out

The claws came out on this Angry Bear Mama Saturday night.

After a long day, I FINALLY got to bed at about 11:00 that night. Woo hoo, partier, right? Uhhh no. The only partying this mama does these days is with imaginary tea, plastic cookies, an almost two year old and sweats.

I was in a dead sleep, which is EXTREMELY rare for me these days, when I was abruptly awoken at 1:45 am. Our college boy neighbors came home from a night of partying, like with actual alcohol, a late-night fast-food run, and girls.

Here is my problem. Their front door is directly in front of our bedroom window. So when they come staggering in at such an ungodly hour, I can hear their. every. move. I can hear the annoying squeaky giggles of the girls they brought home, (I never sounded like that… I am SURE of it. Right?) each and every painfully slow, drunken stumble from their car to the front door, and even the crunch of their tacos from the drive-thru.

I mean… every move.

I remember those days, which really weren’t that long ago, so I normally wouldn’t be upset by this kind of behavior… but COME ON! Have you not noticed this Grizzley Bear waddling into our house? Do you not know how precious my sleep is? Do you also not remember the two year old Little Monkey that we have, that if awoken by you slugs will absolutely make this mama lose her cool??

They didn’t just go in their house and respectfully quiet down. They stayed outside on the porch and continued to act like hooligans!

Eew, am I 80?

I was so incredibly close to getting my nine-month pregnant, husband’s t-shirt, Betty Boop shorts and knotted hair wearing bod out of bed and storm over there like…. oh geeze I don’t even know what to compare that to. The ONLY thing that saved those boys from the wrath of this mama drama was that I knocked my glasses off my nightstand. I am hopeless without my “eyes” and can’t see a foot in front of me without some sort of aid.

So the extra “work” I thought it’d take to scan the floor with my hands to find my specs didn’t seem worth it. And thankfully, for them, it didn’t last much longer.

Am I over-reacting here? This is not the first time something like this has happened. Should I say something? Other than these “happenings” we have a good relationship with each other. We pretty much say hello when passing by and leave each other alone. So I feel (a little) bad for wanting to wreck havoc on their partying nights, but we are about to have an infant in our room soon and these sort of nights will just not do.

What would you do?