Day 1 - Part 2

Dinner at my place:

Me getting down early, my dad always calls out the wrong time.
My mom on her computer.
My brother coming downstairs, followed by my little sister, who's squirming and yelling at my brother for taking her things and not leaving her alone.
Everyone to the livingroom, because dinner isn't ready yet.
My dad angry for us not sitting around the table at the EXACT moment he puts the pans down.
My mom being angry at my brother for doing whatever is it he did. (There's always something wrong, I'll explain that later.)
My sister playing with toys.
My dad angry at my sister for not eating.
My brother got fired today.
Everyone laughs at something my sister says (apart from me, I don't think it was funny).
No-one laughs at something I say, which actually WAS funny. I'm only being laughed AT. So I just go on eating my dinner, keeping my mouth shut and pretending to not care. My mom tells my sister something about history, in a very childish way. (Obvious, she's only eight, but I get very annoyed.) My dad tells me to clean up the kitchen. My mom tells me to make tea. My sister goes singing or playing with her toys. My brother run off, upstairs, to do as few as he can possible manage. And I'm left with a workload of half an hour, a pissed off pair of parents, a nagging sister and a brother I never see. Oh, great days.

Yeah, most is usual. Only one or two things don't happen daily. I'm finally geting used to it. After three years. Oh joy.