Today’s story is about the time I was a kid and living at home. My parents had to deal with “the horror” of raising 3 girls under the same roof.
- House chores
– Go and hoover the living room now!
– No, I told you I have homework. I’m gonna call mom ‘momy, X makes me do that and I have to do extra work for maths bla bla bla…here, tell her to leave me alone!’
- Pocket money
– I will pay you $$$ to do the dishes while I go out with my friends. But don’t tell mom you did it for me (X to Y or the other way around).
We were really bad at sharing our things, be it clothes, make-up and especially shoes. Obviously, we would borrow each other’s things but, if we were taking something without permission or brand new stuff, our house would become a living hell.
Yelling, play fighting and then crying were usual things; we kind of developed a habit. Almost all the times, our sisterly fights will end up with some kind of damage. For example: smashed door windows, our faces covered in white paint or swallowed/broken fingers.
I am responsible for one broken window 🙂 I was trying to hit my sister with a plastic bottle filled with water. Unfortunately, she kneed and the bottle hit the window instead.