Wednesday, February 07, 2007

What do you do when...

...you're reading bedtime stories to your kid, and all of a sudden, you hear the people upstairs having sex?!

I didn't see that one coming...
Posted by Plain(s)feminist at 2:00 AM
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8 comments:

Drek said...

Depends on what kind of sex.

If you had my last neighbors in Atlanta- a couple of newlywed gymnasts- just tell your little one that people sometimes like to exercise at night.

If you have loud moaners/screamers it may be time for the "When two people love each other very much..." talk.

And if they're all freaky, you know "Say my name, BITCH!" well... yeah, you're pretty much up a creek.

Good luck.

Wednesday, February 7, 2007 at 11:43:00 AM CST
Katie Schwartz said...

ok, that is FABULOUS! it's so funny because you can see it's so visual. how did you handle that?

thanks for the link, baby!!!

Wednesday, February 7, 2007 at 12:58:00 PM CST
nexy said...

before i moved into my hubby's house, my upstairs neighbors could be heard every single time they made love. which was about once a month. and not because they were loud, but because the walls and ceilings/floors of that apartment building were paper thin. i don't know if my son, who was a preteen at the time, ever heard them. if so, i must have been asleep at the time.

Wednesday, February 7, 2007 at 4:18:00 PM CST
Plain(s)feminist said...

To debrief you all: I don't think he noticed. There are loud noises coming from upstairs all the time - they vacuum at 1am; I swear I heard a drill going at midnight last night; they have a little kid who must do gymnastics. To a five-year-old, those sounds may not have sounded much different, but to anyone in middle school or older, they would be unmistakable.

What was that movie where the friend comes over to have sex in the room above where the protagonist is talking with someone and the chandelier is shaking? Like that.

Wednesday, February 7, 2007 at 6:05:00 PM CST
Plain(s)feminist said...

Yup, apartment. Wish it were bigger!

Jumping on the bed would work...

Wednesday, February 7, 2007 at 7:06:00 PM CST
Plain(s)feminist said...

Doesn't anyone give you a hard time about living in an apartment with a child?

No. Living in apartments with kids is the norm in many urban communities, especially. This isn't an urban community, but I know so many people in other cities who live in apartments with kids that we never thought twice about it. The only think I feel bad about is that I always have to tell Bean to stop jumping and banging around, out of consideration for the neighbors. But he does get to jump and bang around elsewhere, so it's not a huge deal.

Thursday, February 8, 2007 at 12:52:00 PM CST
Anonymous said...

I have an adult mentally handicapped daughter living with me and one apartment we lived in had two college girls living above us, and one Sunday afternoon one had her boyfriend in the bedroom above my daughters and the bed was squeaking so loud we could hear it all over our apartment, so I took the broom and tapped on my daughter's ceiling. The noise stopped instantly and within ten minutes the girl left in her car and the boy left in his. I sat there and laughed, because I had interupted them.

Saturday, February 10, 2007 at 9:53:00 AM CST
Plain(s)feminist said...

OMG, Foxgrandma! That is hilarious! Mostly because they were young enough to be SO embarassed that they had to leave the apartment altogether - most people would have just laughed and gone into another room. Ah, youth.

Saturday, February 10, 2007 at 12:46:00 PM CST

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