Arsen (Editing)

It's Either Poop, Puke, Or Pee

Liam and I have been talking a lot lately and he has convinced and push me to retake the SAT and up my volunteer work to improve my college resume.

It was a good idea, but unfortunately, it was thought of very close to the date set up for the SAT retakes. I had to beg and plead with my teachers to allow me to retake it and when I finally managed, I didn't have a lot of time to study.

That's where I am now, sitting at my desk in my room and attempting to study. It would be much easier without Delilah screaming bloody murder in the room next door.

She's been home for a week and has been an angel for the most part. All of us have fallen completely head over heals for her, but the last couple days she's been very difficult to console. She only sleeps when she's in Chase's arms and my sleep deprived brother has been surviving off of coffee.

It was like my brother lived in a cave. His room was always dark and it smelled heavily like a baby. Babies don't smell as good as people say they do.

I spent another few minutes trying to push through the screaming, but it was too much. Delilah had a set of lungs on her that professional singers would envy. The range that baby has is impressive.

I sighed and got up from my desk, throwing my SAT study booklet onto my bed. I would deal with it later.

I went next door and didn't bother to knock before entering Chase's room.

My brother was sitting on his bed, one hand propping his face up, and the other was rocking Delilah back and forth in her Bassinet. The bags under my brothers eyes were designer. Chase almost resembled a vampire with his pale skin and dark circles.

"what's wrong with her?" I asked, wincing as her screams got louder as I entered the room.

Chase looked over at me, seeming to just notice me, and groaned. "I don't know. I tried feeding her, changing her, putting her to bed, rocking her... nothing I do works."

Chase's shirt was inside out and wrinkly and his hair stuck up all over. There were various stains all over his clothes and bed sheets.

"What is that?" I asked, pointing at a yellow stain on his shirt.

Chase looked down at it for a second before sniffing it and looking back up at me. "Vomit."

I made a face. "And the stain on your shorts?"

Chase shrugged. "It's either poop, puke, or pee."

"Well I hope it's hers." I joked. "I know you weren't fully potty trained until you were seven, but I really thought you got the hang of it after mom taught you that special song."

"Very funny." Chase muttered. "You should be a comedian."

"I have considered it."

My brother didn't respond and I went over and gently picked Delilah up. I held her to my chest, supporting her head with my hand, and attempted to shush her.

"I'll watch Delilah, you go do whatever you need to. Shower, sleep, eat... take care of yourself. Your face alone is probably scaring her."

"Really?" Chase asked, sounding hopeful.

"Of course, I don't mind at all."

Chase barely let me finish my sentence before he was out the door and headed to the bathroom. He threw a 'thank you' over his shoulder as he ran out the door.

"How could something so tiny be so difficult?" I questioned, looking down at her tiny bald head, which was beet red from all her screaming.