You Choose to Feel That Way
In my house, I’m very vocal about choices. “If you chose to…, I will…” is something my kids hear a lot. “If you choose to throw toys at me, I will put them away” or something similar to that. I also try to refrain from saying things that either place blame, “You are making me frustrated/mad” or don’t accept responsibility for my role in things (although I can’t think of a great example right now). I know all this. I also know that no one can *make* me feel a certain way. I choose to allow myself to feel the way I do. Sure, I might have an initial reaction of anger, frustration, sadness, happiness, or whatever the case may be. After that, the way I continue to feel and the feelings I act on are the ones I choose. Right?
Well, I’m having a really hard time with that concept right now. In June, we put our house on the market and sold it in order to move back into town. It was closer, more convenient, and we were wanting a house with a different layout. Well, instead of finding that house, we moved into an apartment. Well, really, a condo. It just looks, feels, and seems like an apartment. The difference is most people in our building own theirs. We rent. It’s a great place. It’s 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, and less than a quarter mile from a great park. It’s also right on the bike path and about a mile from where Jason works. What’s the problem? Some of the women who live in our building are being mean to me. (Feel free to insert slightly whiny voice or pathetic pout.)
Unfortunately, it seems as though we didn’t get the unwritten rules before we signed our lease. Children are allowed but not particularly welcome here. Now that we have moved almost everything we own (the rest is in a storage unit or dispersed at friends’ and family’s homes) here and signed a lease and made a 2 year plan to stay here, I’m not feeling as great about it.
It started off a little less direct. The woman who lives in the condo below us rode in the elevator with us one day. After making some small talk, she said, “You must live in number such-and-such.” I said that yes we did, and she made a passing comment about having heard the boys playing. A few weeks later, we were in the elevator again, and this time we were going up and she was coming down. K stood a little too close to the elevator and when it opened, she scolded him to move back and said, “It’s the Three Musketeers or whatever they’re called” referring to our boys and a friend’s son who was with us. After that, we didn’t see her again for about another month. Then, one day, I went to let someone in at our front door, and she came out of our apartment just to watch us go up the stairs. I smiled at her, but she didn’t smile back. That night, I was at a La Leche League meeting, and Jason was home with the boys. The next day, I was coming into the building with my boys and 2 girls I watch a couple days a week. She stopped me and basically told me that we were far too noisy. She went on to tell me that we were using a treadmill, and it was too loud. I told her we own a treadmill that is currently in storage on the other end of town, and she continued to insist that we were using a treadmill. I ended up inviting her up to see that we did not have one. She didn’t come to look though. That day at lunch, Jason said that he had been a little noisier than usual the night before. He went downstairs to apologize to her, but she didn’t answer her door. He tried a couple times, but she hasn’t answered.
Today, I was taking the boys out of our apartment to the elevator, and when we were waiting, the boys were asking about a woman who was out in the common area between the two wings of the building. She was putting up a Christmas tree with some angels and other decorations on it. We talked about what she might be doing and said hi to her. She didn’t respond. She didn’t respond! She didn’t even look at us. Based on other interactions with her, I don’t believe she has a hearing impairment. I really do think she ignored us. When we returned 45 minutes later, we said hi again, and again she ignored us.
As I’m writing this, I am thinking about how petty all of this sounds. I know that, I really do. The problem is that I no longer feel comfortable in this apartment. I’m constantly thinking about how loud it might be downstairs, if she’ll stop and scold me again, and dreading the upcoming winter when coming and going will be even tougher. The other day, K was “helping” me sweep the kitchen floor. Unfortunately, he also kept dropping the broom. It was too big for him and very awkward. I kept wondering if we were going to get a knock on the door or a note slipped under it. I wondered if someone would stop me again as I was coming or going with my kids. I feel like I can’t relax here.
I feel really frustrated about that, too. I like our apartment. It works pretty well for us. I like the location. I like our neighbor next to us. Unfortunately, I don’t know how to deal with the conflict (or perceived conflict) that appears to be between me (us) and a couple other people who live here. I really do wish I could just move out in March or April like we had originally hoped to do.
So, coming back to the title and beginning of my post, “you choose to feel that way,” I know I am choosing to let this be a big deal. I realize that I could just (somehow) stop worrying and stewing about it. I know that I should just live and apologize if necessary. I know all those things, but I really do care about other people. I’m not the type of person who cares so much what others think that it really directs my life, but I do care about other people, and to have this unresolved conflict bothers me. A lot.
And yes, now that you ask, I did just eat a giant piece of birthday cake from the freezer. She made me do it.
You said ” I also try to refrain from saying things that either place blame, “You are making me frustrated/mad”
Don’t you think children need to learn that their actions have an effect on other people’s feelings?? Saying things like “Hitting hurts me” or “When you yell at me it hurts mommy’s feelings” Is a great learning opportunity.
kind of like the whole noise situation you’re having in your apartment. You CAN’T just let it go and forget about it because you have been taught to respect, validate and see when your actions are impacting another person.
I hope this doesn’t sound harsh, I don’t mean it that way.
I’m sorry about your situation and most likley the neighbour is overreacting and gossiping about you to the other neighbours that’s why the lady ignored you. My advice would be to apoligize, ‘try’ to keep quiet but don’t flip your life upside down trying to appease her. That’s all you can do.
Do you guys have a law like we do that you can be noisy between 7am and 10pm? Because if you do then you can tell her to shove it. You can’t be friends with everyone.
> I’m constantly thinking about how loud it might be downstairs
Good! That’s called being a considerate neighbor. It’s great that the noise from your kids in your house doesn’t bother you. But when you chose to move into an apartment you chose to live in an environment where one needs to be aware of their neighbors. The unwritten rule isn’t that the apartment is kid unfriendly. The unwritten rule is that when your home and your neighbor’s home share a wall then it is expected both parties will be considerate about the noise they make.
Maybe you didn’t realize that noise travels between walls. Maybe you didn’t realize you’re kids are noisy (aka normal healthy kids). Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to move into an apartment. It’s not your fault and mistakes happen. Now try to think of it from your neighbor’s perspective.
Your neighbors aren’t being mean; they are stressed out. From their perspective, they feel they shouldn’t have to tell you that you’re making too much noise. They feel you are being inconsiderate by making the noise in the first place! You have essentially forced your noisy kids into their nice quiet apartment. Their home that they have put much money into and much time and energy making it the home they love… you’ve forced yourself into that. That’s upsetting.
When I was a kid I lived above another apartment and if I started jumping or banging on the floor my mother scolded me to “stop jumping on our neighbor’s heads”. That was the right thing to do, the considerate thing, the good neighbor thing. It is good to teach your kids to be considerate of others.
If you want to try to fix things with your neighbors then you need to tell them a] you are aware your kids noise levels has been bothering the neighbors, b] your kids aren’t used to living in an apartment and having to think about noise levels, and c] you will teach your kids to know better. In other words, let your neighbors know that you know you’ve been a problem and you are intent on becoming a solution.
At the end of the day you will either be known as the inconsiderate neighbor with the undisciplined kids or the considerate neighbor with the well behaved kids. That IS your choice.
The only useful things I can suggest is that if you have hard floors it could be worth putting rugs down to help muffle the noise. Am I right in thinking it is the person living directly below you? Noise always travels worst to the rooms below so the chances are any noise is worst for them. Perhaps also if you asked if there were any particular times that the noise was particularly a problem for her (e.g. if she gets up later than you in the morning then maybe that is an issue) so thta you can be particularly careful about those times rather than walking on eggshells all the time. Although the previous commenter has made the point that you should know that you need to be more careful about noise when living in an apartment, people living in apartments also need to appreciate that there will be noise from neighbours and that you can’t expect everyone to be as quiet as you would like all of the time.
OK, I am going to totallly take your side on this one and say that I can only imagine how you must be feeling…all the stress and anxiety. You want to be a good neighbor, but you also want to be a good mom and let your kids be kids…it definitely seems like a delicate balance.
If I was in this situation (and I know I would be feeling EXACTLY like you are feeling), I would bake some homemade bread or muffins or a cake or something, take it to the neighbor across the hall, the one who ignored you, the one right below you, maybe even take your boys with you, and then just kill them with kindness. Maybe say things like, “I know we must be very loud at times…I just want you to know that I am definitely aware of it and working to keep it down…I know we must be disturbing you and we are very sorry…”
Maybe they will be so taken aback by your openness that they will then be a little more tolerant and just plain kind to you and your kids.
It sounds like a tricky situation.
Dori– I actually agree with you completely. In fact, the examples you gave such as “hitting hurts me” or “yelling is loud and we need to be respectful or our neighbors” are things I say frequently. The difference is the wording to me. “You are making me…” puts blame on him. I feel like saying that opens the door to either of them saying, “He made me mad, so I had to hit him” or “He hit me, so I had to push him.” I’m not saying they shouldn’t know the effects their actions have on others. I just think that we all need to be responsible for our own actions and feelings.
Peter– I think it is interesting that you immediately jumped to the conclusion that I am either unfamiliar with living in apartments or uncaring of my neighbors. We have actually been told that there are several people who live her who wish children would not live here. In the past 12 years, my family and I have spent 9 of the 12 in one apartment or another. I have had many different neighbors, and I have dealt with one complaint from a neighbor prior to this. We also currently have a child living above us, and we are aware what the sound is like when he is playing or jumping.
I also think it’s interesting that you assume that it is my choice to be perceived one way or another. In the same apartment building, we have had several people comment on our nice, kind, well behaved children. Our neighbor who lives directly next to our living room (where we spend most of our time) has said many times she barely hears anything from us. We check with her, and she tells us that it is fine for her. It is two people in particular who seem to be having issues. One lives below us, and the other doesn’t live anywhere near us. Neither person has any example of a particular time when our children were making excess noise or a lot of noise for a long period of time. The one time our neighbor spoke to me, she told me they were too loud at 10:30 p.m. At that point, my kids had been sleeping for 1 1/2 hours. My husband was home, and I was gone. I can do what is within my power. I can and do talk with my children about their actions. They know not to touch other people’s doors in the hallways. They know that running, jumping, and yelling are outside games/activities. They know that there are people living all around us. I have also attempted to talk with our neighbor a couple times, however, it seems that unless she wants to approach me, she refuses to talk as she will not answer the door nor will she respond to any notes of inquiry asking how we are doing. I can only do what I can do.
Susan– We have mostly carpet. There is linoleum in the kitchen and dining area, but we only eat there. We don’t play there or do much else there. Thanks for the thoughts! I’m hoping the next 18(?) months go quickly!
Courtney– I’m not even looking for people to take sides! I understand that there are three versions of the story, our neighbors, mine, and reality. I know we are not at all the perfect neighbors. I just want to open a line of communication. I would like for her to say, “It’s been noisier than usual in the afternoon” or “I have to be up late for xyz reason, and I need my sleep in the morning.” In those cases, I would have some sort of reference for the problem. At this point, it seems like simply having children is the problem.
I can only respond to the information you have posted. And from what you first posted it didn’t sound like you are considerate of your neighbors. Your reaction to any complaint seems to be to deny and argue. “We don’t have a treadmill.” “The kids weren’t even home.” Etc. What sort of message do you think that conveys? “Listen crazy neighbor lady, stop being so crazy. We are quiet as doormice and you are just being crazy.” Instead, you could try something like “I’m sorry we were disturbing you. I’ll look into it and try to fix the problem.”
Now it is entirely possible that she IS crazy neighbor lady and hates kids and will blame the rain on them if given the chance. In that case there’s nothing you can do. Which is I guess the point you were trying to make originally. “Nothing I can do. How do I cope with that?” If there really is nothing you can do (and only you can make that determination) then in situations like that I like to remember that there were people who hated the Buddha; there were people who hated Jesus. If THOSE guys couldn’t please everyone then maybe we shouldn’t be to hard on ourselves.
Your reaction to any complaint seems to be to deny and argue. “We don’t have a treadmill.” “The kids weren’t even home.” Etc. What sort of message do you think that conveys?
I realize that it seems like a lot of denial. I’m not denying that they play during the day. I’m not denying that they are louder than she would like. However, in reading your first post, I got the impression that there was no way she could be unrealistic in her expectations. I also got the impression that you think I am overly sensitive. I am sensitive. I may even be overly sensitive. However, it appears the unwritten rule about kids not being appreciated here is known by many, just not us. One day I was having blood drawn at the hospital, and my phlebotomist noticed my address. I had mentioned having kids, and she said, “How is it living with kids there?” Because I live in a smaller town, I didn’t say much. I said that it’s a good location near a park, etc. She said, “I’ve heard that people there don’t like kids.”
Also, as I said in a previous comment, I know for sure that my side of the story isn’t 100% accurate. There are always 3 stories and only one is reality. This is my blog. It’s a place for me to vent and a place for me to share my thoughts. If you wanted to give advice, maybe you could have asked what we’d tried first.
Is there no way she could be unrealistic in her expectations? It depends. If she’s lived there 40 years and this is her first noise complaint then maybe her expectations are reasonable. Or maybe she complains every time a dog barks outside her window. I don’t know. Nor do I think it matters. Whether an impartial judge would deem her complaints valid or not doesn’t change the fact that a] she feels wronged and b] invalidating her feelings isn’t going to help.
Do I think you are overly sensitive? No, I think you are experiencing your own point of view. When my neighbor decided to blast his radio it pissed me off. Was he entitled to play his radio loud in the middle of the day? Probably. Did I think he was inconsiderate of his neighbors? Yes. But at the same time I’ve been that guy who says “Oh, it’s just kids being kids” when my own kids are making a bit of a public ruckus. So I know how we always feel justified — whichever side of the issue we find ourselves on. Maybe you feel like “We’re a normal family and the kids are being normal and no one is doing anything wrong so why is she picking on me?” And maybe she feels like “I had a nice quiet life until those kids moved in.”
Dennis was a menace and Mr. Wilson was a grump. Both were true.
The question is what to do about it. I agree with another commenter who said “Kill em with kindness.” If somehow these ladies could get to know you and your kids I bet the issue would go away.
Casey, I want you to be MY neighbor! Most people don’t give a darn that their noise is affecting anyone else. And I have lived in places that I was cussed out because I DARED to mention that someone’s noise was bothering me.
You are conscientious and you care about the people around you. That makes a good neighbor.
I do agree with the kill them with kindness suggestion. Or ask the neighbor that you know well if they have a suggestion for dealing with the situation.
Good luck!