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Hate, no, but severely annoyed yes; My oldest (14 y.o.) severely lacks the ability to walk down a flight of stairs without sounding like an elephant trying to stomp a mouse. He has the discretion of a landslide, and I'm sure my neighbors can hear when he comes down for a mid-night or early morning snack.
Lol I remember I used to live in a 4-family house (individually separated units each behind a different door and different locks, but under the same house with a shared hallway) in NYC, and I remember that the landlord, who lived like right upstairs, was getting so tired of the noise me and my older brother made when running around the house and playing, so he (or she? idk) kinda gave a warning, and my mom informed us about it, in a serious tone: "stop making so much noise or we're getting kicked out", which sounded terrifying to us at the time, since we were in, what felt like a "foreign" country at the time.
It took us 2 years before our first kid would go to sleep and stay asleep most of the night.
HAHAHA “The Discretion of a Landslide”
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA