I want a manual. Seriously- everything else in my life has one. My car. My dinner. My computer. My job (that’s right- I found a job!!!). But these kids- heck no.
We all miss our dad. We all hate having to change- but we’re making the best of it. At least the best that we can. My baby sister and I keep arguing. I feel like Char never quite handles things unless they are clearly outlined for her. Jasper just sort of bobs along. I’m running around like a chicken with her head cut off trying to remember to breath. As far as the twins are concerned- I’m no fun, can’t do anything right, and I’m basically the absolute worst.
I want to scream. I want to yell- I’ve changed my entire life around for you. But nope- instead I get mad about having to sleep in the living room with their messes that they leave everywhere until we move, or the fact that my littlest sister will never brush her teeth and now has 6 cavities that we have to pay for, or how when I do the laundry my brother can’t seem to figure out how to get the folded clothes in his basket to the drawer and puts his dirty clothes on top.
What I really want to do is yell at my dad for leaving us. I want to yell at the top of my lungs at him for making me and Char have to be more than sisters to two of the worlds most amazingly cool twins. I hate that our relationship can’t just be the way siblings are supposed to be instead of sibs raising sibs. But we’re making it through and figuring it out one mishap at a time because we love each other so much no matter what forever, and our dad’s just not coming back.