Trying to move on

[ClingingToHope]

So I have the girls tonight. Everything is going very well. But D7 is in a playful mood. It's about 8:30 p.m. and I'm trying to get her up to bed. She keeps wanting to do a running karate kick.

I let her a couple more times.

Then the doorbell rings. It's the neighbor telling me to tell the girls to stop jumping around. She's trying to get her son to sleep.

I ask her if she's serious. She says she is.

I just shut the door. We're on the main floor. Her son should be upstairs. I only have them one night a week and every other weekend. This is the third complaint I've gotten in six months.

There's no way I'm telling my girls to dial it down when I have them. So now I'm looking for a house to rent. It'll be a needle in a haystack to find a nice place in my price range in a good neighborhood in this school district.

In the morning, I'm calling the apartment complex manager to tell them this isn't working out. Either they find an end of building townhouse -- only one neighbor to worry about -- or we do a month-by-month deal until I find a place to move to.

And now I'm mad. I've been a dedicated husband and a steady provider. Every dime I've made I've poured back into my family and my home and now I'm the one having to scramble to find the right place to live.