S L O W D O W N !!!!!!

I probably should use my disclaimer for this post, but I am too lazy to copy and paste it, so just be forewarned.

I'm old. I have faced it. I guess 44 is officially old because I am getting really cranky about stuff that should not be annoying me so much. In our neighborhood, a lot of young families have moved in. They all seem to have kids from ages 3-8, which stinks for Sierra, because there is no one her age.
Sidebar: What is the deal with these young families being able to get these houses? When I was that age, I could only dream of the day when I could afford to get a house with an upstairs. Where do people get their money? It's not like our houses are mansions, but sheesh, it took me until age 43 to get a house that has enough room to finally breathe. I just don't get it. Whatever.

So, here is the problem. These young families live in the middle of the block of our cul-de-sac. If you picture a road that goes about 2 blocks and ends in a circle, we are at the end of the circle and these people live in the middle of the 2 block street. They put out these huge, ugly, yellow signs that say "Children playing" or whatever they say right in the middle of the street. Then their kids are all in the street playing and the parents are in their driveways chit chatting. Now, you might wonder what the hell is my problem with this? I have 2 possible answers for that question. 1.) I am too much like my father was, or 2.) PMS. Probably both of the above.
I have teenagers, so when their friends drive them home, they do not slow down and these people are running behind their cars screaming at them to slow down. How embarrassing. I want to tell them that I have no control over my kids' friends' driving. I have warned Lavin not to speed down the road in her new used car. Today, I went through that mess of kids, parents, and signs and muttered to myself that they are annoying as hell. Then about 5 blocks later in a different development, there was another sign. This time it was a whiteboard on a chair in the middle of the road with the words "SLOW DOWN" written in huge, black letters on it. That was it. I was officially annoyed and decided that I want to move to the country. That is how I know I am old.