1.8 Part Two: Siblings

As my little children grew, their resemblance to me and Bob grew with them. They looked so much like both of us, it made me realize what we had made together. A family. Even though we were now divorced, i still appreciated all those years we had together. I was not old yet, but i was growing older.
I felt like the grave was closing in on me. A scary feeling.

My little darling triplets. They loved to play together and i felt they were very close.

It was going to be their birthday tomorrow. I was planning to hold a birthday party, where hopefully their dad would appear. He hadn't been around much. Half of the times where our kids were to go visit him, he had cancelled in the last minute. They had learned not to expect anything from him. I so hoped he would come. The triplets were too young to understand these things. Unfortunately they would soon grow up to understand a whole lot more from the world.

Thankfully Bob did arrive for the party.
Here are some shots from the triplets birthday party:

Here are the triplets all grown into kids:
First off is James. Isn't he adorable?

Then there is Camille:

And at last, our little Rie:

(I couldn't make her not do that face. So cute. Btw. she has black hair as well, for some reason)

After the triplets birthday i decided that it was time for a new look. I was getting older, there was no way around it, but i still wanted it to look cute.

In the meantime it was time for the annual prom for Bernard and Hans at their high school. I heard them in their bedrooms from downstairs, yelling at each other.
"You know she is my girlfriend!"
"No she's not! She's dating that jock from the year above us! I saw them kissing yesterday..."
"You're lying!" Bang! A door was shut.
"Boys, boys! Keep it down, will you. You are not the only ones in this house."
Diiiing. The doorbell rang.
"Boys the limousine is here!"
Then there was the usual noise of footsteps on the stairs.
"See you later mom."
"Boys behave yourselves tonight, okay?"
"Yeah sure mom, see ya."
Boys, boys, boys. Will they ever grow up?
"Mooooom!" Was the sound of my 8 year old Rie. "Yes dear?" I tried smiling to her as she ran into the living room, clearly upset. "What's the matter honey?"
"Moom, Camille won't give me back my doll!"
"Oh dear, you have to be able to share with your sister." I had no idea what else to say. There was no point in me joining their fight as to who had the right to the doll. They just had to learn by time that sharing is good.
"But mom, i don't want to share. She has her own toys!" Pouting, she stomped her foot on the floor.
"Listen to me sweety," I said as i lowered myself to her level. "Sometimes you just have to share to get along. You can't always have everything your way."
At that she backed away looking very sour at me. "One day, when i'm grown up, everybody shall do as i say! Then there will be no more sharing with my stupid sister!" And she ran upstairs again, as my other daughter yelled: "I heard that you assmonkey!"
Where in the world did they get those words from? I should have a talk with their teacher about the language in school.
Motherhood. I was wonderful, yet i yearned for something more. I wanted to go travel! But i had no money. I wanted to be a rock star! But i was busy being a mother. How could i have it all?

It was my friend Roxie Dean that came with the perfect idea.
She said: "Now that your youngest kids are in school as well, you will be going back to work soon. Every day that you are not at work, and your kids are at school or what not, you have some time to yourself. Spend that time at the park playing for tips, and soon someone will notice you."

I could totally do that! If people thought i was good enough, i could even scrape in a few simoleons! This is perfect!

That night i went to the festival in town and set up my guitar case on the ground for people to throw their money in. Let the fun begin!

As soon as i started playing my guitar, people flocked around me. I raked in a few hundred simoleons in a couple of hours.

As fall lulled its way into our lives once again, we began having a bit more money for ourselves, now that i had started playing for tips. It was rainy, yet refreshing.

It kind of flushed away the last bit of bitterness i had had for a long time. Bitterness towards Bob, for not living out my young-girl dreams, for so many things i wish i could do differently. But it also reminded me of what a wonderful family i had made. So many children, in such a short period of time. It felt like it was just yesterday that my little Bernard was three and crawling about the house.

For some reason, fall was just my time of the year.