Dear Mr. Upstairs Guy,
Yes, that was my daughter crying for thirty minutes at 2 AM last night. I apologize for any sounds that may have drifted upwards. Let me just say that (1) my husband & I could do nothing about it, (2) be honest, my daughter hasn't done that in a month, and (3) she wasn't trying to be annoying.
I get it: you want to teach us a lesson. So, you've decided to play knock-our-eardrums-out-loud music for the last 3 hours, eh? Is this really fair? It's 10 minutes 'til midnight, you realize I'm sure. What exactly do you hope to teach us from this punishment?
Because let me tell you, we're doing the best we can. All you have to do is hear it. We, unfortunately, are in charge of ending it. Picture two monkeys juggling in a gerbil wheel, and you'll have an idea of what it takes to calm our child down.
By the way, here's the sad part for both you and me: Rain sleeps through background noise.
See you at 2:00,
Grandma Dowdel
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