They "I don't really know who "they are) are re-paving our road. The pavement was not new when we moved in about 5 and a half years ago and has only gotten worse. We leave near an industrial park (are you jealous?) and we have 18 wheelers and other trucks up and down the street 6 days a week. The road was barely paved anymore. We were overjoyed to see that our road was being torn up.
Until this morning.
At 6:00. IN THE MORNING.
The trucks are quiet on Saturday and Sunday mornings, and there is no traffic from the offices within the industrial parks. I guess I can understand why they felt it was a good time to pave, but holy god. There are three different condo complexes on our street. From my best estimate I would say there are probably 450 units on this street. Let's just assume there is an average of 2 people per unit (one of the complexes is comprised of townhouses and there are a lot of families in them), which brings us to 900 people trying to sleep on a Saturday morning.
At SIX AM!
My girl is now glued to our window staring - they have finished grinding up the road and flattening it down. It's the beginning stages of pouring the new pavement, and there are 4 18 wheeler dump trucks parked outside our window doing god knows what. It's a toddler's dream, but not Mama's. Mama wanted to sleep.
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