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my apartment reached a state yesterday where today i called my mother this morning and begged her to come over and help because I just couldn't do it. it wasn't even a matter of physically doing it, like psychologically I had gone past the point of no return.

actually let me back up. about 2 weeks ago I ended up with a pair of baby guinea pigs.



Cute, aw. Taiga has the stripe on his nose and Jesse is the other one. They're doing really well in terms of friendliness given that they've only been here two weeks. but they came in a cage that was intensely too small for them as babies, much less adults. so I broke down and bought the components for a C&C (coroplast) cage with a 2nd level, and then i decided to try and merge them with Datte, whose cage has always been too small. This meant for a week I had four cages - the huge new one, the two smaller ones they were still basically living in, and Sanapig's cage. Plus the new cage was jammed in a corner with my DVD bookcase, and I had to take the chair out of that corner so it was just in the middle of the floor.

Plus the boxes the new stuff came in. Plus the two bags of hay and the 3 (yes 3) bags of various types of bedding I was trying to merge, all of them huge. Plus the two bags of fleece I bought on sale yesterday and the 30lbs of birdseed and about four guinea pig blankets either on the kitchen floor or bathroom floor or taking up half my couch. Everything had to be somewhere other than where it was, but I couldn't move anything because everywhere there were things. My bedroom was covered in folded laundry. the living room had a definite path.

so it's awesome that Datte and the new boys somehow learned to get along in the big cage in about two days when I thought it would take forever/not even be possible. and it's even more awesome that in that whole week nobody peed on the fleece part of their cage even once without me having to 'train' them at all. But man, this week was hard, and i didn't get nearly enough sleep and school is like uugh and no lie, I was about a day away from actually being the kind of hoarder they do TV shows about. Mom and I spent from 1-7 moving things and cleaning cages and vacuuming and taking loads of stuff to the trash/recycling.

I got no school work done, either job school or grad school, and after I took mom home I cried for no reason, but it's over. now there's only one spot that looks stupidly hoarded because that's where all the fleece is still sitting. Taiga is over there popcorning like a nut, though, so at least somebody appreciates it.

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