5:21 a.m.

It's 5:20 a.m. on a Tuesday morning. The neighborhood is queit. All is dark and cool and peaceful in the See home; everyone is asleep.

It's 5:21 a.m. on a Tuesday morning. The 55-year old neighbor cranks the ignition of his LOUD motorcycle and revs the engine for a full 5 minutes. The sound reverberates throughout the neighborhood. Our floors tremble.

It's 5:22 a.m. on a Tuesday morning. Brock fitfully wanders through the house until he finds his way to mommy's bedside and declares that it is too noise and he cannot sleep.

It's 5:22 a.m. on a Tuesday morning and mommy is leading a sleepy Brock back to cool of his bedroom, to the hum of his white noise machine. She tucks him back into bed and puts her hands over his ears so that he can fall back to sleep.

It's 5:26 a.m. on a Tuesday morning and the neighbor finally points his motorcycle in the direction of work and finally guides his machine out of the neighborhood.

It's 5:27 a.m on a Tuesday morning and the nieghborhood is once again quiet. Brock has turned to his side and falls quickly back to sleep.

It's 5:28 a.m. on a Tuesday morning and mommy is wide awake and unable to fall asleep.

And to think, we get to do this routine FIVE days a week, thanks to a very rude neighbor and his blasted motorcycle! *GROAN*