#5 How to Please Your Family (LASL)

Entry No. 5 How to Please Your Family 

Results of my Insomnia Poll: 

  • 1 – sledgehammer (sounds painful)
  • 2 – hot tea (mmm…)
  • 1 – milk and ginger biscuits (yum! I love ginger… especially this time of year)

Since I was feeling energized by my conversation with Rob, I decided to jog home. Exercise would probably help me to feel sleepy too… seeing as I was awake all night. The sun had risen over the valley of Oasis Springs, casting golden light on the stucco houses with orange tile roofs in my community. I could hear the sprinkler systems of the neighborhood moistening the lawns before the temperature rose too high. Even this late in the season, it could still be blisteringly hot. A few birds chirped in harmony as they fluttered over my head and into the rising sun. It was going to be another sweltering day as I could feel the sweat already pouring down my neck and clinging stubbornly to my hairs. I would seriously need that bubble bath when I arrived home.

Where have you been all night?” my mom asked me in typical motherly fashion as I tiredly climbed the stairs.

What could they possibly be doing up so early? Fully dressed too.

“I went jogging.”

All night?” my mom asked shrilly.

Nora snickered as she brushed past me on the stairs.

What’s in your back pocket?” she asked, poking at a suspicious bulge in my athletic shorts.

“Bubble bath.” 

Needless to say, I didn’t even get to use the new bottle of honeysuckle bubble bath because I dozed off the minute I stepped into the hot water in my parents bathroom. I was glad I remembered to lock the door before I stepped in the corner tub. That’s the last thing I’d want… my mom… or God forbid… my dad to walk in on me in the bathroom.

I’m not sure how long I was out, but the water was cold when I came to, and seeping over the edge of the tub. Great! My lazy gene, inherited most likely from dad, did not like the prospects of mopping up my parents floor. I wrapped myself in a towel, and snagged another towel from the rack to soak up the puddle I caused. I picked up the bubble bath bottle before slipping into my pajamas. I guess I’ll have to use this next time.

I slept until twelve-thirty before my stomach grumbled and nudged me awake. Wandering downstairs into the kitchen, I found Mom and Nora engaged in lively debate. I opened the refrigerator and pulled out the bag of coffee grounds. It was too early to have conversations with complete sentences.

“Mom, please… you gotta let me go.” 

“Nora, I don’t think it’s a good idea. You don’t know anything about this guy.” 

“But Ma… he’s nice… and he’s cute… and he likes me. Plus he complimented my hair the other day at the coffee house.”

“And those are always the best indicators!” 

“I’m eighteen now. You can’t tell me what to do.” 

“Yes, but eighteen isn’t twenty-one, and you’re heading to a club to drink.” 

“But Ma the drinking age was lowered to eighteen in the SimNation.”

“Not in this household.” 

While my mother and sister carried on their conversation, albeit loudly, into the dining room, living room, and eventually upstairs, I pulled a plate of leftover spinach and egg omelette from the refrigerator. My sister, Lee wandered into the room, her eyes closed and her mouth in a perfect pout.

“What’s up, Lee?”

Nothing,” she sighed. “Just… everything.

“Tell me about it,” I rolled my eyes, as I pointed at the ceiling where our baby sister was stomping about on the floorboards.

Darn it! I was hoping to nap on my lunch break.”

“You still have to work this afternoon?”

Lee worked for a local government branch of the Sim National Intelligence Agency. Currently, she was only a desk clerk, fetching bagels and coffee for the higher ups, answering phones, and filing reports. She wanted to be a data analyst of some kind or at least that’s what she told us. I found it hard to picture Lee as a super secret agent, kicking down doors, spiking the champagne of spies, and beating up bad guys in formal wear, but you never know.

Yes, Elizabeth… some of us actually work for a living,” she replied with punctuated words.

“Mom and Dad haven’t asked me to get a job yet,” I slid around her and poured myself a cup of coffee.

Ah… did you brew the good stuff?” she sniffed in the air. “Yes…” she smiled pleasantly. “You did. Pour me a cup.”

“Yes, your majesty.”

Seriously, Liz, cut the sarcasm. It won’t help you land a job interview.

“Who says I’m looking?”

You should. You can’t live here forever.

I laughed. “Says the twenty-eight-year-old super spy who drinks out of the milk carton in her parents’ kitchen and lives down the hallway from…” I pointed to myself. “…moi!”

I do not.”

“Do too. I saw you the other night.”

Well…” Lee sputtered. “You still should at least check the classifieds or something.” 

“Is that all it takes to please you?”

What can I say? I’m easy to please,” Lee smirked. “A cup of this delicious Mexsimcan coffee that you brew extra strong and you finding a career of some kind.”

I settled at the counter after Lee left the room and ate my breakfast, which was really lunch, given how late it was. My mother came back into the kitchen, dressed in her athletic wear. She was probably planning to attend her pilates class with the other mothers of the neighborhood. I remember laughing when my mom, who resisted the idea of her daughters playing sports, and made fun of people who played doubles tennis at the country club, told me she joined a gym. I thought she was joking. Nope. She was dead serious. Now she worked out with her group every Tuesday like clockwork.

Lee says you’re looking for a job,” she sat down next to me, the enthusiasm evident in her voice and facial expression.

“Oh she did, did she?” I rolled my eyes. “Word travels fast around here.”

“I think it’s wonderful. You’re so smart, honey.”


No I’m serious. You did really well in college. And you’ve got so many talents. I know you’ll find your place.”

“Thanks Mom.”

I just didn’t want to find my place too quickly. I was looking forward to unscheduled days.

“Mom, do you think we could buy a dishwasher?”


“It would save time. I’m surprised you and dad haven’t already.”

Maybe that’s something you could save for.


I’m serious. It would be a good incentive for saving your Simos. And that could be a great contribution to the household.”

“But Ma… isn’t big house expenses like that yours and dad’s arena?”

Mom smiled and kissed my head. “Oh Liz, you’ve gotta grow up someday. I think you found a wonderful first goal.”

I sighed. Great! So I would be the one purchasing a family dishwasher!

I decided to do some research. Plopping down at my computer, I scrolled to find a dishwasher. It couldn’t be more than fifty Simoleons, right? I was shocked to find most dishwashers were thousands of Simos and the cheapest one I could find was thirteen-hundred Simos by some guy named Craig on some online list. I sighed. That would take awhile.

Popping over to my favorite forums, I checked out friends updates and perused the latest discussion questions. I posted a question of my own about a kids book I was thinking of writing. One involving bubbles of some kind. I also scrolled to find job postings in the area.

The coffee house in Newcrest was hiring a part-time barista. I wrinkled my nose. Not exactly a short train ride. When I saw the work hours starting at five a.m., I promptly scratched the choice off my list.

All the fast food places in town were hiring. When are they not? I didn’t particularly like the idea of smelling like burger grease and fried foods all the time. Perhaps I gained a bit of my mother’s snobbish trait.

The art museum was looking for a manual laborer to help with their renovations, but I wasn’t exactly qualified. When had I ever swung a hammer?

None of the mall stores were hiring. Maybe that’s for the best.  I wasn’t exactly up-to-date on the latest fashion trends.

Finally, I saw an ad for a babysitter. Responsible. Adult. Likes kids. Willing to work odd hours, possibly overnights. Clean. I had to laugh at the last requirement. Of course, I was clean. I bathed every day. It looked like I fit the bill. I called the number and reached a woman by the name of Lizette Lopez. She told me to come to the Affluista Manor in Acquisition Butte on Thursday night at eight p.m. I hung up the phone. Twenty-five Simos an hour seemed reasonable to me. And with a house named Affluista Manor, I figured Ms. Lopez would probably tip well.

Mom screeched up the stairs at me. I left a plate in the kitchen. Opps!  For forgetting, my punishment was to wash all the dirty dishes in the house. As I scrubbed the plate with soap and warm water, I thought, ‘Here’s to washing dishes by hand for a century.’ I’d never be able to afford a dishwasher.

“You know if you picked up after yourself in the first place, I wouldn’t have to yell at you,” Mom said, interrupting my thoughts.

“Yeah yeah,” I grumbled.

Thanks honey,” she said in a sweet voice.

“You’re welcome,” I grunted.

I’m heading to my Pilates class. Oh by the way, I told your sister Nora she could go to the club tonight to meet this Kevin… or is it Kelvin? Or Calvin?” my mother shook her head.

“I’m sure Nora will be thrilled,” I replied, scrubbing the stubborn spot of a plate with dried steak sauce.

“…doesn’t matter...” my mother continued. “…I told her she could go if you went with her.

My mother came to kiss my head before flouncing into the dining room. “Love you.”

I’m pretty sure my jaw was on the floor. Mom was letting Nora go. But that wasn’t the worst of it. I had to chaperone. I think I’d rather do dishes for a month.

Author Note: Thanks for reading! By the way, I have a mod that allows adults to have the same part-time jobs as teenagers in TS4. 


2 thoughts on “#5 How to Please Your Family (LASL)

  1. One thing that struck me during this chapter was when her sister told her to look in the classified. Immediately I thought old school newspaper classified ads but later you referred to craigslist. I like the way the conversations are going in this house, they sound very realistic.

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