As some of you know, we have extra people living in our house. They're no relation to us, the two women, well, one woman and one obnoxious brat of a 15 year old, hate us, and the two children are living in the room that holds my sewing station and such.

Now, despite the fact that I now have no semblance of privacy, I have to check with practically everybody and their cat before I sew now, and the fact that my mother likes the boy better than she likes my sister and I, and therefore spends all her good attention on him, and shrieks at us when she remembers us at all, I've been okay with them living here.

Now I'm not.

Yesterday, I wanted to sew, but because the girl had a migrane, I couldn't do it at my sewing table. So I had to lug everything downstairs, on to my mother's very, very nice, very, very expensive dining room table, which has, among other things, an open finish, which, while beautiful, does nothing to protect the wood. So I set everything up, and was about halfway done when I had to go to bed.

Now, here's an important bit of information that will make this whole rant make sense. When I sew, usually, and I leave a project in the middle, I shut the door to the room I'm using, because we have cats.

The dining room has two exits, only one of which has a door.

The cats, instead of doing something I could deal with, like sleeping on my project, peed all over it, and my hat, and the open finish of the table.

I have to wash my project, spray my hat with a bakingsoda/water mixture and hope it doesn't ruin it, redraft my pattern, which is tedious, and pray that I got all of it up before it ruined the table.

I want them out.

I want the room next to mine back, so that I don't have to worry about every little thing every time I want to do something. I want them out of it, so they'll stop playing their music late at night, or at least, if they do, I won't have to listen to it. I don't particularly care if they leave the house or just move downstairs, but I want them gone.

/rant.