A day in my life

    A day in my life is anything but normal, mostly because my life is just a big mess and every day is filled with all kinds of trouble. I'm not going to tell you about my whole life but about the one day of the week that I hate the most and that would be Sunday. To fully understand why I hate Sundays so much you would have to now what happens since it starts so here goes.

     Sundays in my house are always loud,  but this particular Sunday im telling you about would beat a hundred marching bands and the sound of a space shuttle launching, on a competition of "Who can make the most noise?". It all started at 7:00 am in the morning when my sister decided it would be a good idea to wake us all up and make hotcakes. This doesn't seem so bad, but you have to understand that there's nothing worse that you could do than to wake up my family early on a weekend. It's like the equivalent of poking a bear expecting it to just turn around and wave a friendly hello. To say my mother was furious was an understatement you could practically see her breathing fire. 
   
      "Why in the world would you wake me up at this hour" yelled my mother to my sister who was just in that moment coming to terms with what she had done. 

       "I just wanted to make some hotcakes like the people on TV were doing" cried my sister pointing at the TV were a cooking show was on.

This seemed to calm my mother down for some unknown reason so she went all chef mode on us and started ordering us around which didn't seem to please my brother who just wanted to go back to sleep. 
     
       "Why do I have to help!, I don't even like hotcakes" said my brother, glaring at my sister who being the most sensible person on this planet was now close to tears.
   
      "YOU WILL HELP AND YOU WILL LIKE IT!" yelled my mother

So now that it was clear that there was no getting out of helping we got to work. It was all finally going well until my dad sent my sister to get the eggs. To this day I wonder how he didn't realize that was a disaster waiting to happen because apart of being sensible she is also really clumsy. The recipe for the hotcakes required 4 eggs and somehow she thought that taking 2 in each hand would be a good idea. It wasn't that much of a problem until my still pissed off brother kind or tripped her making her drop the eggs making the biggest mess on the floor. From there everything just kind of took a domino effect, my mother yelled so loud that to this day I wonder how none of the neighbors called the police. My brother left saying something about how he just wanted to sleep before slamming his bedroom door and my sister cried so much that she could have filled an ocean. Which reasonably made my mom even madder. 

       "DONT JUST STAND THERE DO SOMETHING" said my father to my sister who was still crying uncontrollably. 

That seemed to shake my sister out of her crying trance because she got to clean right away. After the floor was cleaned things seemed to calm down and finally the hotcakes were done. Everyone pretended that the last 30 minutes hadn't happened and ate and cooperated happily scared of starting another problem. From that Sunday on it sort of became a tradition to get up early and make hotcakes which in my opinion is not a good tradition seeing as it involves me getting up early and actually doing something on Sundays.  It didn't get any better because seeing as now everyone had to get up early it was decided we would go to church at 1:00 instead of 7:00 starting a whole new problem of who would shower first and always getting yelled at for taking so long to get ready. That basically summarizes what a Sunday in my life is like in a few words pure chaos...