Me: Hi, I'm Aisha.
Bob: Hi, I'm Bob. I live right below you.
Me: Oh! I've been meaning to chat with you. We have a toddler and he likes to run and--
Bob: I know.
Me: I'm so sorry. It's really rough to get him to be still. He's used to having his run of an entire house.
Bob: Rugs can muffle some noise. Do you guys plan to get a rug?
Me: Um, yeah, we have two.
Me: Well, hopefully you work a 9-5 and he sleeps around 7 so it shouldn't be too bad.
Bob: I work from home.
Bob's a nice guy. Don't stop him from running around, he urged I've got plenty of white noise to fill the air. He has a daughter and understands toddlers do as as they wish and usually they wish to run and toss things. The heavier the better. Despite his kind reassurances, if you know me, you know, I do feel badly that each step on our creaky floor boards is reflected below and that each run, skip and hop from our precocious toddler, registers far higher on the richter scale. White noise notwithstanding the floor boards are creaky. Very very creaky.
I do my best to head out as much as we can. Each morning after he wakes, we eat breakfast, and head to the park for a few hours [which as far as he's concerned is the epicenter of the Universe] and then its time to go home, snack, and nap for a few hours only to head out once more to run errands or explore our new hood. The weather's been good and the sights are still exciting so this isn't an issue at all.
I don't want to be uncomfortable in my own home. And as much as I am making the most of my outdoor space, I do sort of miss those quiet moments where he ran about with his 'vacuum cleaner' and pretty much did his own thing while I could sit down and get some writing done or read a book peacefully. I want to keep the downstairs neighbor from being driven to making voodoo dolls of us but I also want to feel at ease in my own home. While I don't want him stomping about and throwing bowling balls at the ground, I don't want to stifle his curiosity and the rambunctiousness that is part of who he is. I'd also like to not feel guilty for living in my home.
And while I can take measures to stifle my own sounds:
I know this isn't forever [and on the bright side, this does help us rule out condo-living as a permanent situation] but I don't want to rush house-hunting simply because I worry each day we live here we're driving our downstairs neighbor closer to the brink of noise-induced insanity.
Ever lived on an upper-level and found successful ways to curb the noise? Do slippers really help tone down any noise or am I just walking around in monkey feet for no reason? Any advice, tips, ideas [or commiseration] much appreciated!!