My home is a Kingdom

I have a King in the house. Basically he sleeps until he feels awake. He has food specially prepared at his command. And he likes to yell as he commands. Best of all, this King has 3 servants who serve him.

My mom is the chief cook, or rather the chief administrator. She's in charge of the King's residence. Maybe she's like a butler cos she's the one who opens the door too. Then my dad is the Chief of National Treasury. He provides the money for day to day running of the Kingdom, and at times, extra cash for the King, (at his command), and for the butler to manage her chores. The Chief makes sure the Kingdom has enough amount to survive, but alas! This chore is very much challenged by the honorable highness, who sadly, does not have the knowledge to manage the Kingdom, much less himself.

We have the civilian here, paying taxes every month, and getting no benefits from the Kingdom. She can only type her grievances in her online blog where the National Treasury forked out to pay for the internet connection, a form of public property. (The King cannot live without Internet Access. It is included in the annual budget.) She is obliged to help and serve the kingdom in any way she can, lest she kenna the wrath of the abominable King, or the controlling administrators of the Kingdom.

Tsk, tsk. It's tough being a commoner.