Day 36There is so much to do before we leave the shelter. Dad has been assigning everyone tasks. I got inventory. Seriously? Why would you assign a fourteen year old inventory? It wouldn’t be so bad but Brooke was assigned as my helper. For the record, a three year old is a terrible helper! Right away I know she can’t actually count anything so I ask her to put similar items together. She grouped everything by color. All blue things in one pile, green in another, red, yellow, brown, ect. I had to redo all of it and lost a whole day of work thanks to Brooke’s help. As usual, mom praised Brooke. She was so impressed that Brooke color coordinated everything. So the next day I was more specific. I told Brooke to organize all the cans. I thought I was giving her an easy task that she couldn’t possibly screw up. She went and found all the cans and make a large pile of cans. None of them were organized at all. Food was mixed with bug spray, deodorant, and WD40. I mean come on, you can’t even tell that WD40 doesn’t go in the same pile as soup? David and I did inventory for years and I know that dad wouldn’t be okay with everything grouped that way so I lost another day of work and spent the next day reorganizing all the cans into more specific groups. I asked dad if Lily could help me instead of Brooke but he said no. Asshole!