March 3rd, 2006
"Carey can you please get her to stop crying!?" My dad yells at me from the living room. I had finally made it back home after over a year of playing Houndi. I walked into a chaos zone everything was falling down and out of control. And some how in my dad's eyes that was my fault. I don't know what happened between us. We have had our disagreements just like any other father and son relationship. Those were patched up neatly or we agreed to disagree and left it at that. Now I can do nothing right and he's becoming dumber and dumber in my eyes as each day passes by. On the other hand mom and I are having a wonderful relationship.
Sighing loudly in hopes dad could hear me I shuffle my way towards the end of the room where the basinet was set up. I look down at the fussing child and smile and give a little wave.
"Hey there little one. Whatcha crying for huh?" I ask her while picking her up and feeling for any wetness, dry as a bone. Thank God. Of course she doesn't answer me only screams louder. Such small lungs shouldn't be able to pronounce such a sound if you ask me. I return to the couch and set her carefully on my lap to allow us to watch TV together.
"Come on Olivia it's time to hush down. You can't be hungry because you were feed 20 minutes ago. So what's going on in that little head of yours?" I ask while brushing my hand over her soft blond curls, she stops for a second to look up at me, and we have a little moment it doesn't last long.
"Carey I told you to quiet her down!" Dad comes into the room with a mixing bowl and spatula in hand.
"I'm trying! It's not as easy it looks!" All we ever do is scream at each other certainly not something to sooth Olivia down.
"Fine whatever give her to me." He asks after setting the bowl down on the counter. I stand up and walk towards him.
"Here go to grandpa honey." I tell Olivia while she switches over, still crying. Dad leaves the room as if it were on fire. I go back couch knowing full well there is a lot of stuff I should be playing with to get ready for this weekend. But my family isn't excepting much from me so why disappoint them? Molly is suppose to come over with Jack in a few hours. It'll be great to see them again long as we don't reminisce about the old days. I jump at the sound of the front door being opened.
"Oh it's just you." I say with a laugh after looking up.
"It's great to see you too!" He returns the laugh and smacks me on the upper back. Maybe something about coming home would be nice. This was this first time Clu and I had a moment alone without half the world running around us. Our only evidence that other people existed was Olivia's crying. Clu looked so different, clean cut, and actually mature. A lot had changed. I suppose I looked different in his eyes as well.
"Hey Clu?"
"What?"
"Your daughter is driving me insane!"
"Yeah I know how long as she been crying for?"
"About ten minutes, dad has her." I tell him after thinking for a moment.
"Well Megan should be back from where every in the hell she had our mother's went pretty soon." I look at him again searching in his eyes the boy who used to be my silly out of control little brother.
"What in the hell are you doing?!" He asks obviously creped out by my staring.
"I just can't compretend the idea that in a three days you'll be married." He just laughs and smiles proudly. My dad becoming the wicked witch of the east, Clu's marriage, mom's retiring from managing everything was changing and evoluvoing. Except for me.