If This isn't Chaos, I dont know What Is

Getting ready is difficult enough for a teenage girl. You have your extensive showering, blow drying the thick locks of hair and not to mention the detail and precision that comes along with the wonderful world of makeup. I am NOT a morning person. I don't want to be talked to, looked at or even thought about right when I wake up. I want to go through my routine the way I always do, with everyone else sleeping so nobody can bother me and I can do my thing. The other morning the real world hit and I was struck with a bolt of tragedy in my house. If you read my previous blog, my dog had surgery and has been on kennel-arrest for the past week. Well, as my luck would have it, my little brother woke up my mom by crying profusely. When my mom woke up she let Edward out of his pin. I walked into my living room to whiteness my brother throw up on the living room floor with my mom trying to move him into the kitchen and Edward running freely with staples on his skin and a shaved back side. Not my morning.