Too Good To Be True

I've been living in some amount of peaceful bliss for the last two weeks because it seems that my (asshole, upstairs, with no rugs and a toddler) neighbors were away. Peace & quiet and freedom from all their intrusive stomping, child running at all hours of the morning, day and night. Of course I sat here for the two weeks while enjoying the peace and quiet, holding my breath waiting for their return home (no doubt heralded with a lot of stomping and banging and dropping of large, heavy objects and one screaming, spoiled brat) and this happened last night at a little after 10. I knew that it was most likely they had been in Europe (they're from Poland) and so that this morning would be an early one, their internal clocks about 5 or 6 hours ahead. And, sure enough, a little after 5 this morning the stomping and the running started. So, I guess it's back to the same old misery. I knew the peace and quiet was just too good to last. Bastards.