OMG, she was just over again!

Geezus, she rang my door bell a short time ago, still upset about my judging her kids and her parenting, wanting resolution. I wouldn't say it started out that well, with her trying to insist I was the one who brought up social services and that her husband heard me mention them (WTF?). I corrected her, said it never even occurred to me, that she was the one who asked me. I don't know if she heard me or not. Whackadoodle all right.

She said I'm the only neighbour they've ever had a problem with, that no one else she talked to across our little street had an issue with their noise, nor do the other adjoining people. Well, as for the ones across the street...they're across the street. Hello? Whether she actually spoke with their other adjoining neighbours is questionable, since they're around so seldom and given that not everything she says is quite on the up-and-up.

She wanted to figure out a way to live peacefully because they can't sell. (No, they're not renters. They bought the place in haste, so she has admitted.) Interestingly, a similar thing apparently happened with her sister-in-law: She overheard the woman say something about either the son or daughter or both and/or their parenting and was upset about that. Actually, she told me she felt "violated," listening to what I said to my mom. My reply to that (thank you, guys) was that this is my house and my phone and I'm free to talk to whomever I wish, about whatever I wish--as she is as well. I said I couldn't see her out on her deck (true) but that if the situation were reversed, I would have gotten up and gone inside (instead of listening). She said she didn't care if I talked about her, she just didn't want to hear it. I didn't say anything to that, what can I say? Because she could have gotten up and gone inside.

We talked for a while...She seems to need a plan of action. (Whereas I like a plan of avoidance.) Was upset that every time they come into the back space I go inside. Which isn't true. I told her that gee, I have pots on the stove, litter boxes to scoop, laundry on the go, and a painting project too (finally, that pine buffet), that I have a difficulty sitting still for any length of time (very true) and that if I was jumping up and going in and out it's because I had things to do. That I keep a different schedule, am up very early and go to bed very early. Duh. What, is everything about her?

Anyway, it went on for a long time, or felt like it, with me insisting I wasn't going to create problems for them, that I'd not ever had a problem with any other neighbour and that I don't like confrontation, etc. I apologized again and again for losing my temper on Sunday and then upsetting her, though she said she knew they were the problem, that she doesn't hear me (though Lucas claimed he could--ha, as if) and that she didn't want an apology.

I said it's a great opportunity for me to learn about autism, that we can learn from everyone we meet. And with respect to that, she said there's an autism "scale" and that unless you have x number of points on the scale, you can't get help. I don't know if that's really the case. In any event, I really don't want to her to be upset, she has enough in her life to be upset about. I just want to get along, as does she. Until they move. Which won't be soon enough.

I told her to use her back space, not to tiptoe around, that I don't want to tiptoe around either.That this isn't life and death.

But boy, she sure does make excuses for her son, ones I've heard before. Whatever. And btw, after the son's melt-down that one Friday night back in early April (or was it March?), she said they were going to move the son's room to other side of the unit. So I assumed they had, but no they haven't.

Man, I've had enough of this drama. Let this be a lesson. Don't lose your cool and throw a temper tantrum of your own when you're 48 years old, and don't be passive aggressive.

I'd really just like her to let it go. I'd like to avoid them as much as possible, be friendly and civil and courteous when I see them...and have some freaking peace and quiet.

Whew.