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Well, so far my life has been... shall we say chaotic. Rumblings of divorce (of a sort), difficulties with finances, kids eating me out of house and home... That sort of thing. Although life can be difficult at times, what with me becoming a new found mother figure and a nanny of sorts, there seems to actually be a silver lining to this dark cloud.

My mother contacted me yesterday and decided that it's time for me to get a vehicle of my own. How I was supposed to do that with no stable income, I have no idea. Then, she presents the idea of me taking my dad's car. Now, before most people stare in confusion, I may have to explain a bit. My mother decided to surprise my dad by spending around $2,000 on an $800 car, while not showing it to him and not letting him drive it. Of course, when payments came around he was supposed to pay them. Of course, right? rolleyes So as per normal human emotion, he got a little annoyed at his so-called present. (At the moment we don't have food money while my mother is flopping around town willy nilly.)

She comes to me and says if he doesn't like it, then she will go ahead and give it to me and take the van back for herself. We only have two cars, and my dad has a stable job that he needs to get to. So if he has no car, but I have one... Seems like she was intentionally trying to strike a blow to him, so to speak.

Well... Amoungst that weirdness, my sister came up to me in all her blonde-haired-puppy-eyed wonder, and proceeds to beg me for a soda. She claims her stomach is bothering her. The girl has school tomorrow! Of course she would play sick... So I jokingly feel her forehead, saying if you're sick I'm sure we can work this out. She has a fever, and that's when I notice her face is pale and her hands are all shaky. Great. Sickness season, here we come.

I then have her lay down on the couch covered up, and she stays silent. Scary sign. While she lays there watching her big brother play minecraft to his heart's content, I whip up a batch of my special home remedy. Chicken noodle soup a la scramblings. I have no recipe, and because my brother was complaining of being sick this morning, I make enough to feed four people.

I tripled the amount of broth and ingredients by mistake... Perhaps I should have been paying more attention to the large pan that was slowly filling with warm chickeny goodness than the television where my brother was attacking creepers and whatnot.

When the food is done I realize I have a HUGE amount of food made, and wonder in horror how I can possibly fit the leftovers in the fridge. No problem. Apparently I made this batch "extra special" (according to my baby sister... gotta love her) so the kids have around three bowls each. Morgan is still laying on the couch pretending she isn't sick and INSISTING she go to school because "there really isn't a reason there should be a kid home" when I have so much work to do. Wow. So, in response to her fever and new found compassion towards me, I text my dad to pick up a small bottle of pepsi for morgan. (When we get sick, we get pepsi. Kind of like some strange perk.) He brings home two 2 liters of pepsi instead of a small can or bottle for morgan.

HE then goes on to eat a CRAP ton of my soup, and his girlfriend (I hooked them up~) eats some too. So... now I have a small amount of soup left over for my sister's day home tomorrow, but not enough to drown a small village. Point goes to me 3nodding .

I then get back on here, where I destress and chizz. I notice in my inbox a small icon saying I have a reply on my journal entry. Surprised someone actually read it, I go and read the reply. Each word made me smile brighter, and helped lift off a few pounds from my shoulders. Honestly, I really did think I was crazy and kind of useless.

Well, enough from me for now. Time to wake kidlets up.

-Smiley