lack of R-E-S-P-E-C-T

I have TOTALLY hated Sunday mornings since my older brother was 14, or 13, or 12. I don't know. All I remember was the ugly music on his radio, my dad's machines in the galpon, my mom and her radio programs... the dogs, the screaming, my grandma coming, the phone ringing.
I have FUCKING HATED Sunday mornings.
I've hate them ALL MY LIFE and for as long as I have noisy neighborgs, annoying kids and screaming roommates... I will fucking hate Sunday Morning.
I went to sleep at 4.30am last night and 3 hours later I started hearing the beautiful sound of plates and water running, husband and wife arguing about breakfast, kids screaming, doors slamming and so on.
My room is in the laundry area. Two doors on each side of the area: one leads to the garage, the other to the backyard.
BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!
BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!
The worst part, my room completely shakes when that happens.
Why don't they close the doors instead of slamming them?

It's so fucking unfair....
AND I'M FUCKING TIRED OF NOT BEING ABLE TO SLEEP IN!