Our 4th of July was going perfectly—family, friends, food, and good vibes. Just like every year, we wrapped things up early and headed to bed. Then BOOM! Out of nowhere, an explosion rocked the house. The kids were crying, the dogs were losing it, and I felt my heart jump out of my chest. Turns out, our new neighbor Jeff thought midnight was the perfect time to launch giant fireworks. When I confronted him, he laughed it off: “It’s the 4th of July. Chill out.” That was it for me. He had no idea