I can't stand noisy anyone! Kids, adults, dogs, music, whatever. I have a general noise intolerance. I will never forget the live band practices in the house next door before and after J was born. M-W-F, from 4-7 or even 8 sometimes. I was so stressed by it all. I couldn't sit in my house with my windows opened. Horrible, horrible situation. I remember calling the police (after talking to the neighbors at length about it). I remember the 'boy' justifying his position of practicing there, rather than elsewhere, "my parents are the only ones that allow it". Ya think?

He has grown up (mildly) and out, lives in CA most of the time, with a wife and kids here, and I never hear practices anymore.