When is it enough?

I feel like I am a prisoner.  Like I am walking on egg shells constantly.  For the past 12 years we have lived in the same house.  We have lived on the same cul-de-sac.  We have watched neighbors come and go.  We've said good-bye to some of our favorites and welcomed new neighbors along the way.  We are good neighbors.  We try to welcome each new family with a little basket of goodies and a warm hello and "welcome to our street".  I bake goodies and pass them out every year for Christmas.  I never call the police on the fireworks, parties, cars parked on the street.  And, yet, I have a neighbor family that is driving me to my wits end!  The list is countless of the complaints and problems we've had to face with this family...here are a few that stand out in my memory:

1. When we remodeled our house, they complained that their drain pipe was damaged from our contractors - we took care of it and realized that their drain was actually attached to ours and that our contractor removed their property drain from ours.  The contractor repaired it with no extra charge to either parties.

2. JT's birthday gift for his 6th birthday was a free-standing basketball hoop - they called the police and had us cited for it blocking the sidewalk - so we moved it.  Recently, they wanted it completely on our property because they said it was causing their property to have extra water and dirt on it because the street sweeper couldn't get close enough to their property.

3.  We had a baseball party here and they complained about the bounce house in the street - it was blocking their access to their driveway (not really, but they still complained)

4.  JT had his basketball party and at 6:30 they complained that the kids were being too loud and then again at 9 am they complained (mind you that there were gardeners mowing the lawn right next door on the other side)

5. They broke our waterline while removing our fence while we were out of town and didn't bother to tell us and were ticked off at us for turning off their water because we weren't sure who's water it was.  The wife yelled at me and I forgot to turn the water back on because I was so upset.

6. I asked them kindly to quiet their barking dog (it was barking from 10 p.m. to 3 or 4 am and waking up Cupcake) - when I asked them a 2nd time nothing was done, then I called animal control because I assume a dog barking through out the night is a nuissance.  Apparently, my dog has been barking at 7, 8, 9 and 11 am and waking up their 20 something son and according to him if we don't do something about it, he will be "forced to take the steps" that I did - really, Lulu is in her kennel from 9 p.m. 'til 8 am and my 3 children are sleeping fine.

7.  Tonight while JT was outside playing football in the street, the owner and his son both came out and told my son to go to the greenbelt to play football. Really, my kid is 9 years old and I am NOT sending him into the greenbelt where I can't see him to play football.  And, since when is it a problem for little kids to play sports in the street!

I have apologized countless times for anything that has inconvenienced them.  I have humbled my self and still feel like nothing we do can be overlooked!

Seriously, when is it enough?  How long do you put up with this crap?  I am at my wits end and honestly feel like I don't want my kids to feel like they cannot be kids in the street.  I played outside all the time as a kid, that was where a lot of my memories were made and the thought of my children being harrased for playing in the street, having a basketball party, playing with their dog and just being kids is absurd to me!  If you are reading this, please pray for me.  Pray that I would honor God in this situation and that I would be patient.  If the Lord is trying to teach me something, I hope I get it soon, because I don't know how much longer I can live like this!