I can't handle any neighbor noise at all.
The last apt. we had, the guy upstairs would get up at 5-6am, tromp around the floor, take Power Hose[tm] bathroom breaks, and crank ABBA's Dancing Queen... and sing along at the top of his lungs.
This is when our oldest son was a newborn. There's nothing like waking up to a screaming baby who was woken up by screaming ABBA.
Regards,
-scott
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