Monkeys vs. Public Housing

If given the choice between living in a cage with wild monkeys and living in public housing, I'd choose the monkeys.
To late!!!
I meet my neighbor. Here I'll start from the beginning.
Pulled up to evaluate the new apartment. Walked up to the old brown door. Pulled it open with a long horrible squeek. Opened the big metal door of doom and inside it was. It was not like the palace I was used to. It was cold and hard. It had the smell of freshly painted walls. but the musk of sour water. The warn out floors reminded me of an old nursing home and the white walls of a crazy home. the kitchen was nice. I even was giving a cutting board. So as to cut what I thought. the rooms were tiny. Barely big enough for 2 children. I thought perhaps I should have bought a futon and slept in the living room. THen there would be enough space. With 2 small bedrooms and almost 5 seconds later I had seen the whole apartment.
Then it happened. I went outside and met the new neighbor. She was young and had a 2 year old running around her feet and her man was carrying her 5 month old baby girl. They had been the ones that had earlier made a boom on the ceiling so loud that my two year old jump and yelled hellloooooo. heeeelllloooooo.
Her son was so sweet not. He throw a ball in my van window and hit me in the face. then he climbed the side of my van. she explained that she has warned me. Of what you are thinking. that her son pees off the balcony. Yes Pisses off of the damn balcony. Do you know what is beside her balcony. My patio. THe only damn patio area I have. And what will F be on the patio. Play equipment and bikes. B****. I dont think I will like her. Had a dream I had to wash all the balcony stuff so I sprayed her and her son with the water hose. Score 1 for me. then there was a big fight.
back to real life. Then I had to back up and her little boy wanted to come with us. He had a hold of my van door handle and she was prying him off. This is going to be GREAT.
Oh and is there anyone who has a stackable washer and dryer for cheap. yeah thats what they require. Sucks I have a nice dryer and washer.
Well its very early and Im on my way to work.

Update

B and I are still separated. I miss him everyday, but I'm not ready to go back to mean days. My youngest boy is getting big. He is rolling over and watching tv. He adores his grandpa. Loves his daddy, like the other boys do.
A my middle son is getting into everything. Today he tried using Grandma's back medicine roll as lipstick. He rubbed it all over his mouth and started crying. If you have never used the stuff it is hot like jalopanios. very very hot. So of course his lips looked like a movie stars all puffed up and red. I felt bad but it was funny all at the same time. He climbs to the ceiling if the roof would not stop him, he would go to the sky. He defends himself nicely. he is a fighter. ready at the last moment to take anyone who gets in his way down. Scared of his future.
My oldest started preschool. He loves it. runs to the bus, cries if he can't go. Don't know what he does there all day but he likes it.

WHAT I LEARNED THIS WEEK:
AFTER ALL THESE YEARS OF BEING OUT OF HIGH SCHOOL I STILL HATE IT. Wednesday I had to sub for special ed at the high school. some of the students were so rude. classes were very boring, i kind of wanted to sleep in class. ONe of the subs was scary. I felt bad for students, good thing that was a bad class.
It all reminds me of how I felt bad in high school. How I felt outcasted and self consious. Kids are still very mean. I watched how they picked on each other or fought for a guys attention by humiliating each other.