I've mentioned a couple of times about how I'm getting annoyed with this one kid in the neighborhood in particular who hangs out in front of our windows looking in. He also likes tossing rocks up at the windows above us to try and get the attention of the kid who lives up there. I'm pretty sure he's either not allowed out for homework or until his mom gets home or something. Or maybe he just doesn't want to talk to the kid. Upstairs kid is probably about 13 or 14, and probably already attracting the ladies, whereas annoying peeping kid is kind of overweight and, well, annoying. It's like having him in the living room with us.
Me and Diana have asked him several times to stop loitering around, looking in. When Helen Ann was here, she had words with him too. Then today he tosses a rock up, and Diana asks him to not do that. So he goes around to the other side and does the exact same thing. Keep in mind we already have a mysterious crack in one of our windows. I dished off Simon to Diana and went out and just verbally kicked his ass.
If Simon were older, I would've never done it, because I don't want him to see my angry and being a douche. But given my own lack of sleep and intolerance for this kid's repeated disregard for personal space, I let him have it. I swore at him. A lot. I'm not proud of it, but I had enough. He walked away, and I let the apartment office know what went down.
Like I said, I'm not proud of it, and I know better. With all of the prior failed attempts at getting this kid to get lost, I pretty much snapped. It got to be particularly annoying when we first got home from the hospital, and Diana was topless virtually all of the time, to have someone at your window constantly.
And hey, it gives me another thing to put on the to-do list: Teach the lad about appropriate personal space and respect for privacy.