The daughter, Maggie, is suppose to be going to the local junior college and moving on to the state university next year.
I actually think her only goal in life right now is to party. In her parents back yard. Which is right next door to my bedroom.
One of her parties is going on right now and they are so loud I can't sleep. Hubby has left to get Zach at the airport (yeah!) so I sit here alone fuming. By the way who thought it was a good idea for this kid to fly into the airport an hour away at one o'clock in the morning? I am fairly certain it was not my idea.
Anyway, around two a.m. I got tired of listening to the party and called the police. I am still waiting for them to show up and escort the party goers off the premises (wait, I think I just heard them drive up).
A few weeks ago I talked to Maggie's mother about her parties. Well, at least I tried to. The minute the words "Can I talk to you for a minute"? left my mouth she cut me off and said she knew what I wanted to talk to her about.
She rung her hands and told me she just didn't know what to do. She had spoken with her daughter and told her she needed to stop having parties when they were away but she just won't listen to them. They are just at a loss as to what to do.
Umm, I would suggest some consequences for her actions. Like maybe taking her car keys away for a few days, or cutting off her allowance.
Oh no, they just couldn't do that.
When I explained to my neighbor that my patience with this behavior was exhausted due to the fact Maggie and her friends had been smoking pot at these parties lately and the smoke and smell were ending up in Paige's bedroom, thus not allowing me to put her to bed for fear she would have a little buzz going on in a few minutes.
My neighbor looked at me full of surprise. They have drugs at these parties? To which I wanted to scream YES, YES THEY DO. YOU WOULD KNOW THIS IF YOU HUNG AROUND LONG ENOUGH TO MONITOR YOUR OWN CHILDREN!!!!!!
She then went on to explain to me that she would definitely bring this up with Maggie's father. They didn't mind if the kids drank (they provide the booze and see nothing wrong with it) but drugs, oh my goodness, NEVER!
A few days later she comes to my door and tells me she spoke with Maggie and she assured her mother that she never smoked pot.....only her friends did. The mother wanted me to know this. Do you think the mother would have believed me if I told her I had seen her precious daughter doing drugs from my bedroom window as had several of the other neighbors? I really didn't thinks so, so I just looked at her like I thought she was out of her mind and hoped she got the hint.
The corker in this whole thing is that they have their son tested for drugs each month. They are sure he is doing drugs. I am sure he is not. I think the sister is getting away with murder and her younger brother is taking the heat for her. Uggggggg!
Our neighbors are nice people. However, they checked out of there parenting role a long time ago. Preferring, instead, to go party with friends on the weekend rather than spending time with their kids. This has been going on for the eight years we have been neighbors.
Another friend of mine called last week for advise. It seems her son had been invited to a beach house for the weekend by my neighbors son. She didn't know them and wanted to know if I thought it would be OK? She was a little concerned because the parents would not be staying at the beach house with them but at the hotel across the street alone. However, they would be checking on them periodically. She wanted to know if I would let Zach go? No. End of story.
This same neighbor told me (hang on to your hats my friends) that when she was a teenager her parents would leave the front door open for her and her boyfriend so when they got home from their dates they could quietly go in and use the downstairs guest bedroom (ahem) because her parents didn't want her to have to have S#x in the backseat of a car.
Pick your jaws up off the floor and think about this with me? What the heck were her parents thinking? I will also tell you that when Maggie was a senior in high school Dave would sometimes be leaving for work early (around 5:00 a.m.) and see her boyfriend slipping out the front door. I guess the mother has continued the practice her parents set up for her.
Am I the only one who thinks this is sad and ridiculous? Parent your children for heavens sake. Say NO every once in a while. Provide consequences for poor choices and not minding while they are living under you roof.
I guess I am done ranting. The party is just now ending and I am going to try and get some sleep before morning comes. Feel free to leave words of wisdom here for how to deal with this situation. At this point I'm ready to take a hose to them all the next time they party past midnight.
Hmmm. That might actually make me feel a whole lot better. Wa, ha, ha, ha, ha.
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