When it Rains it Pours

What a week. What a day. My head is so full I can't stand it.
The septic tank is full or clogged or broke or whatever it is that happens to septic tanks. Mom woke me up this morning and told me to not let anyone use the toilet or let any water go down the drain. She put a bucket in the bathroom to pee in. Isn't that glorious? We have to pee in a bucket. I told the girls,"It's just like the olden days."
Emma said,"No, cuz they had outhouses." True. Ugh!
I've been to Walgreen's twice today on my bicycle. It's like two miles away. My moped took a shit. Dad said it's the spark plug or the oil is low or something else. I have no idea. He's gonna work on it when he gets home. Until then I guess I'll just have to get around the old-fashioned way. It's too bad we don't have a horse.
Anyway, I went this morning before the kids got up because I needed to get some stuff. At 11 they decided they were very hungry and needed lunch. Of course, there was no food in the house that was suited for them. Evidently they're too good for leftover pizza or something. So, I had to go to Walgreen's again. I feel like I'm training for the Tour de France or something. Now my stomach hurts worse than it did yesterday. I feel like if I eat anything I'm going to throw up.
Mom is giong out for the funeral next week. They're having it eleven days after his death. Kinda weird. I'm going to pick up my substitute mother role again for a week. Hopefully I'll come out alive. It's not looking too hopeful right now. They're driving me insane. It's like I'm their personal maid/babysitter/short-order cook/slave/sister. It gets old fast.

On a lighter note, this morning I happened across the funniest blog I have ever read. http://tomcruiseblog.blogspot.com/ It's hilarious.

Now we're going garage-saling. Yippee.