the woes of being an older sister

i spent today at home. with my sisters and family friend, heather (she's only 9). our mummies had gone to chit-chat at some rowdy club selling tequila shots for 50cents each. no, i kid :P as if that would ever happen. the mums were at some nice peaceful cafe eating lunch and having coffee while the kids made their own fun at home.

i was, HAD to play mother hen of course. since i'm the oldest and i have to learn how to be 'responsible'. pfft, yeah right. so i put DVD's on, took them to the park, made them lunch and attempted to entertain them while the rain poured. oh god, i felt like so old when i was cutting the crusts off and asking for their preferences in filling (nutella, peanut butter or jam).

the mummies came back around mid-afternoon and saved me :) i dont even get PAID for it! so now i am back to normal, being a 'moody' teenager. *rolls eyeballs* oh apparently i've got to stop doing that, my mama says its a bad trait (both the eyeball rolling and moodiness). but who am I to care? :P

ALSO i couldn't find my phone before. i kept on looking around and around for it. i was definitely put it on the front table before. very strangely, i found it plugged into the charge. wtf? i took it out and attempted to turn it on. but instead of coming up with my wallpaper, there was a plain white screen. obviously some idiot had broken it and attempted to put it back without anyone noticing. of course everyone denied touching it. i bet it was chelsea or natasha, they're always playing with my stuff. argh, younger siblings. they're such brats sometimes (most of the time). i know i'll probably get a wave of hate-mail for saying that, cos the majority of my friends are the youngest sibling.