Home Sweet Home

My house is my home, energized and never serene. Between myself, my 21 yr. old sister, mother, father, 11 yr. old brother, adopted 7 yr. old brother, assorted foster children, cousins and friends staying the night, assorted neighbor children, passerby who thought it was an open house, and that clown looking for a job, it is generally pretty exhausting. Also, as we have only 3 bedrooms it gets a little crowded. for the past few months I have resigned to crashing on the couch (as I am legally obligated to, considering the youngsters currently in use of ‘my’ bed) and keeping to my computer and the outdoors during daylight hours. I’m continuing my struggle against both reality and fiction (not going so well) and stretching to enjoy the silence once the little ones have gone to bed. As you can tell from my description above, the house is too small and holds too many people to remain in perfect condition. There are numerous small cleaning and repair projects being assaulted on a daily basis. Most of them spearheaded by my seemingly tireless mother, who, even after having had to replace an entire knee joint along with the connecting bone matter, is not content to relax and heal. She’ll put this new piece of metal to the test! I try and stay out of the way mostly, not causing any problems, but not putting a massive amount of effort in contribution towards solving any either. I find that the more detached I am from the inevitable arguments over these problems, the easier it is to find a suitable solution. oh well. just felt like writing really. if all else fails, comment with something to inspire me.