We have all had those moments in out lives, that we stand back and ask ourselves, “did that really happen?” Well, just happened to me and I am still caught off guard.

My my wife was putting the boys to bed while I was cooking spaghetti and to my surprise, my wife sends me a text that our neighbor was banging on the wall. Seriously? An adult was banging on the wall to our townhouse, because our 3 year old jumped a few times on his bed.

For most, it would end there, but not in this case. My wife was able to get our son to stop jumping and I guess for good measures, be neighbor decided to bang on the wall again? Well, my wife flew out of the room, walked next door and let’s just say that there was a discussion.  What happened next, was both painful and gut wrenching. My wife came back in tears. The neighbor was essentially attacking her baby and she was upset. But to see my wife shaking and in tears is hard.

My wife bought our townhouse before we started dating and at the height of the market. Needless to say, we got married, had twin boys, outgrew the two bedroom townhouse pretty quickly. The situation with the house, our condo association and our neighbor have made our home, feel more like a jail. Nothing has gone right, from day 1. But tonight, tonight was the final straw.

I love my sons. More than I can ever put into words I love them. Today more than ever. But I will not allow someone, anyone to bang on the wall at them. It is time to move.