the neighbor's kid is crying.   I don't know the child but I can hear him/her through the wall. no one is coming to help. 

I just put zilla and bean to bed.  I couldn't stand it anymore and came downstairs. 

Its not because I am against crying it out.  its because the very fiber of my being is telling me that I need to hold that child, hulk smash the wall so I can pick the child up and tell him/her that everything will be ok now. 

my heart is aching.