Generation One; Day Eleven: What a Drama Queen

Welp, the day started really early because everyone woke up hungry and with low bladder. Since not a lot of relationship was built between Val and her parents, every time someone needs to use the toilet or shower, someone is shooed off the lot.

She walked back to the lot for her cereal while Jo was in the shower. She ended up eating her 1 am breakfast at this end of the lot.

Then she took her own pee break and shower--still embarrassed--making Jo and J go to opposite edges of the lot. Afterwards she hid from everyone until her parents were going back to sleep.

They woke up at a slightly more appropriate hour this time--and holy hell is their shower gross. Jo actually has to pee, but because I want Val to be able to eat I'm making her hold it a bit longer. Even though it's in the red. I'm sorry Jo!

Poor guy really has to pee, but Jo broke the toilet. Fix it before you piss yourself, buddy.

"I'm workin' on it!"

She came home from work exhausted and passed out right after using the toilet. Sorry, Jo, but you may pass out again before you can get to your bed. Val has to pee and refuses to do it with you on the lot.

"Dammit."

If you hadn't been so intent on J--a Sim that's technically ineligible--we wouldn't have this problem.

"Okay, okay, move Johnnie in, then!"

Pretty sure it's against the rules. I'm goin' with them loosely, but not that loosely. Lawn living until further notice. Once you can afford a room with a door to use for the bathroom, it'll happen, but not before.

"Kill me now, Sim-God."

Not until you have that second kid.

"...Dammit."

What?

"Bored. And this book is gross."

You'll live. Now read so you can do your homework!

Exhausted but only gonna nap. Okay . . .

"So that I can sleep tonight. Maybe. If this kid's ever born."

Ah.

Apparently she's in labor, but she's also hungry and really, really tired, so I think I'll do needs first, baby once they're at least yellow. Preferably green, though.

"We still need Johnnie's traits."

Just another reason to put off the baby thing.

Val has been officially scarred for life. She has seen both her mother and her father stark-ass naked. You ain't got the money for therapy, so what're you gonna do, Jo?

"Guess we'll just have a mentally scarred daughter. At least she's not walked in on any woohoo."

You did that when she was a baby.

"She was asleep?"

Only for round one.

"Oh dear Jesus. I'm sorry, kid."

Once her parents were clothed and in bed, Val was allowed back on the lot to eat.

There. A little room for the toilet and shower so that no one has to be kicked off the lot so someone else can pee or bathe. They're down to 3 simoleons, though.

And automatic labor. Her hunger's in the yellow and her energy's in the red. But here she is about to pop out a child.

It's a girl! The die rolled the name Kennedy, so Kennedy it is.

OH MY GOD SHE'S BLUE. Forget my first born rule; Kennedy Zavanella is the generation two heiress.

Val woke up to meet her new sibling.

"She's blue."

So's your mom.

"Why aren't I?"

I dunno. Genetics are weird.

She then started crying about getting a sibling.

"I like being an only child."

Too bad. Your mom needed a second kid, so a second child was had.

So she went to cry it out under the covers. I'd say poor girl, but I'm too happy about getting a blue baby.

She's even crying in her sleep. What a drama queen.

Since her sadness has passed and her energy's nearly full, Val is going to psych herself up before going about her homework. Her mood was just too crap to do it earlier, so it seems like 3 am is the perfect time!

Meanwhile Kennedy will stay as a baby until her actual birthday so that they can hopefully afford a bed for her.

Kennedy--speak of the devil---woke up screaming, so J took care of her while Jo went to get some food.

These are all so cute because you guys can't see how red his plumbob is. He's in such desperate need of fun.

Jo talks and eats while Val does her homework. They had a negative interaction or two while I was focused on J and Kennedy cute, so their relationship is already a little lower than it was already. I should probably fix that.

Yes, help her with what's left of her homework. Maybe this will salvage your relationship a little bit.

Kennedy started crying, so Val had to finish her homework on her own. Then she took the trash out. I just took this picture because she does this little hop to get the trash in there and it's adorable.

Since her parents are occupied with the new baby and work and, y'know, not dying, Val has taken on the job of digging into these things.

She found a diamond. Who's that calm after finding a diamond?

"Me. Apparently these spawn here all the time; I'll probably find another one later."

Shut up and go dig up the others.

She also found a fossil and . . .

We all know this excitement well. She found a capsule, people.

Her treasures. A fossilized whatzit worth 175, diamond worth 25, and one of those trophies worth 35. All in all, she found 235 simoleons worth of stuff--all before her first day of school! Way to go, kid!

"I know, I'm awesome. Awesomer than that stupid blue baby over there."

Now, now, that's not nice. Kennedy can't help that bit. Although I think she's pretty cool.

"Shut up."

She left for school like, half an hour late because she was reading and I wasn't paying attention to the time. Whoops.

Not even ten minutes before he's to head off to work and he's not dressed or anything. Just taking care of the baby that's not his and being adorable.

At three, both of the girls came home absolutely miserable. Both are extremely tired, and Jo is also bored and has to pee pretty badly.

Luckily it's Friday, so I don't have to worry about Val's homework just yet.

Guess I'll end this one here, since we ended up well into day twelve as well. Once Kennedy ages up we'll get out of generation one and into second gen.

Next time: I dunno, maybe I'll play up to Kennedy's birthday? Or up to Jo and J's? Well, theirs is still a good seen or eight days, so probably not, but . . . y'never know.