So after a night of worrying and not sleeping (also do in part to Eric snoring fit to beat all), I get up the courage to call my neighbor. And I had barely apologized for barging into her house when she apologized for the whole situation, too.

Sigh-O-Relief.

It turns out she had no idea how loud her daughter was being (the slamming of the doors was happening right under us and much louder in our room) and was told after the fact (by her oldest child) that I had tried knocking and calling to her before I just came in. And she never wanted things to get bad between us cause we had been neighbors and friends for over five years.

So, boys and girls, what have we learned? That sometimes, conflict and confrontation happens. And it's not a deal breaker.

Now if I could just remember that lesson....