This is Why I Can't Have Nice Things
Well, one of many reasons.
This is how thoroughly I've finally had to barricade my dresser-tops to protect the books and glassware up there, as there's nowhere to put it all in the other room.
And it's all thanks to this assfluff.
There's no room to put those things anywhere else, and the cat does know better. He left it all alone back at the apartment, but there he had much more running room.
I haven't gotten much sleep lately because Jules is on the other side of a flimsy bookshelf 'wall', so now when he starts meowing at four or five a.m in anticipation of his eight-o'clock meal, I can hear it loud and clear as though he's right at my ear. Back at the apartment, I could just keep the door shut, he'd lose interest in sitting in the hallway after about ten minutes, and then he'd go back to stalking around his expansive personal kingdom in the living room.
This kind of stuff is why the bedroom's divided by bookcases and boards in the first place. If Jules was allowed to roam my bed / nursery area, by now my toys would be wrecked and my toes bitten half off while I sleep. Or try to sleep.
I swear, after the cat, I'm going back to keeping nice, manageable dwarf hamsters. IF I bother with indoor pets again at all.
Feeling very overwhelmed again, and just when I thought I was starting to cope better.
Too many other people to deal with here. The youngest 'distant cousin' who occasionally stays over is here, so things are louder. The upstairs, where my rooms are, reeks right now because my mum's hair dye aerolises in the shower days after she's touched it up and the other guys shampoo and aftershave smells too strong because the bathroom is directly opposite my doors.
The parental unit offered to let the cat run around in the hallway today, but with 'youngest cousin' here, that would just freak Julian out. He's good with quiet kids, but not this one. 'Youngest cousin' riles him up just by being in the same room. I'm not fond of the kid either, to the point that I instinctually just steer clear of him, so Jules and I must both be picking up the same vibe.
I need my own place again. I really, really, really do. *headdesk* I can't even dance or do yoga to destress, for the lack of floor space.