Camping Out On A Futon Tonight

I won't be sleeping in my bed tonight, and neither will my husband. We are sleeping downstairs in the sitting room. Even as I type, my husband is preparing the futon.
Why, you might ask, are we not sleeping in our bedroom? I will tell you why. It's because the bedroom is on the 2nd floor of our house. And on the 2nd floor we can hear everything that is going on outside. And we need sleep. Neither myself or my husband have had a good night sleep for days. Even last night, when I heard only two sirens, only one neighbour came home at 3am, and only one neighbour was yelling for someone, I kept waking up. If it was not happening outside, it was happening in my dreams. We hear so much noise all night that we are now dreaming the noise, and waking up every five or ten minutes through the night. And last night was the worst. Neither of us slept more than 10 minutes at a time all night, until 8am, out of exhaustion we fell asleep after the alarm went off, and were almost late starting our day.
My husband and I managed to stay awake all day, but are looking forward to shutting our eyes tonight, and hopefully getting a good night sleep. We are camping out on the main floor, on a futon, in hopes of getting some sleep. How sad is that! In our own house, we cannot sleep in our bedroom because of all the mayhem of our neighbourhood.
Spring has only just begun and we are already exhaused from lack of sleep. And we have been here long enough to know it will just get worse as summer gets closer. All I can do is write about it, and if the noise gets bad enough, call the police in hopes of something getting done. But if last year is any indication of "something getting done", the only thing that gets done is my calling the police, oh ya, and getting an incident number to add to the "nothing ever changes" file, or maybe the "why do I even bother" file. I think this year I will create a "who gives a flying f#*k" file. I'll have to go out to Staples and get more supplies to start the flying ....