A Busy Week

This past week guess who was pretty much in charge? Well, my older sister was here quite a bit of the time, but I was (STOP IT WOULD YOU!!!!!!!! sorry, my blog page is acting funny right now and keeps randomly moving the blinking line thing to the middle of words) in charge most of the day time as Katy had to go to work. 

Why, might you ask, was I was given the responsibility. 

Well it has to do with the move. Both my parents went down to Tennessee this week. My dad because he had to for work, and my mum went with him to look at houses. The first day was somewhat disheartening for dear Mum, but on the second day she looked at this house. 

Which my parents have now bought. Yep. That quick. Two days of looking and three days of offers and counter offers and my mother found a house. (The blinking line is driving me CRAZY! It's changes spots ten times in this one paragraph.) What can I say? Every time she walks into the "right" house she gets a "vibe." Now me, I would have had to look at all of the other houses as well, because I don't get "vibes." I don't get anything, instead I have to do it the long way and make pro and con lists. Maybe she's secretly a regent. (Only a few of you well get that, because I don't mean she's secretly ruling in place of a royalty.) 

Wait, you might say, I titled this post "A Busy Week." I haven't talked once about being busy. 

I'm going to now.

Being in charge is not all that it is made out be. It is when Mum is going on a few errands in the afternoon, but for a whole week it means those "in charge" get to do all the stuff Mum usually does. Katy did most of the cooking and stuff like that, but I shared in the dare care work and in teaching the kids.

That's right. For an entire week I was in charge of stuffing knowledge into the heads of antsy children. Better yet, the children were my siblings, and we all now how well siblings get along, now don't we. 

All said and done there were only a few disasters, and the only time I slacked off was when I let my little brother skip hand writing on Thursday. I had forgotten to get it out and by the time I remembered we were pretty much done with school anyway. 

It's kind of a funny feeling, knowing that my parents bought a house. It's one thing to have someone buy our house, but it's another thing to know that there is a house in Tennessee which we're going to be living in soon.