You know the last couple of weeks were interesting. First, we had to leave our unit to allow the breaker box to be changed out. Then, we came home to a mess with two holes in my mother's bedroom wall and a miter saw in the bathroom. That does not include the hole that was placed in the ceiling so the electrician could go into the attic while patched still allowed me to put my fingers into cracks of the patch. All of that however was nothing compared to me trying my best at taking care of both little brothers. I call them mini-me and mini mini-me.
One would ask “What do you mean by that”. Now that's a good question. You see I didn't know the first thing about taking care of kids. One of my little brothers is 7 years, 10 months old so he was a little easier to handle to a point. All I had to do was try to make deals with him like “You can play on your phone before school if you eat this honey bun first”. Hell, it was even the first time I made sure my little brother had taken his meds. It was even the first time I dropped off anyone at school let alone my little brother. I thought it was cool that he even turned around long enough to wave bye as he was going in.
Now when I went back to my brother's and other mother's place I woke up my other little brother. Well not really but I would like to think I did though. I changed his diaper and fed him a honey bun. Now a couple of months beforehand, I didn't know how to change a baby's diaper or even know how they sleep. So I watched YouTube videos relating to those subjects and whatever else I may need to know about babies. I don't know how good of a job I did since I was scared that I would hurt him in some way.
With that being said I also asked a couple of questions relating to my sister (Well half-sister but you should know what mean) to find out what went wrong. It turns out that she might have been scared off due to my other mother's sister being a fucking ass. The sad part is the last time I saw her she was in a blue dress with white trim, black shoes, and pigtails. The last place I remember seeing her was in some room in a court building. I still remember the growth she had on her lip. It was some time before my mother found her on Facebook. It looked like she was happy so I left it at that. I got a friend request from her but at the time her name didn't look familiar so I deleted it. I have been regretting that decision ever since. Sadly it is what it is and all I can do is hope that's shes happy.
Well besides having a sister who wants nothing to do with me or the rest of the family for that matter I say it was a good couple of days or weeks depending on how one wants to look at it. I cooked food. I changed diapers. I got my little brother to school. I even did my best to get my little brother to understand that just because his little brother was getting a lot of attention doesn't mean he is loved less. I can only guess if he understands what I was trying to tell him.