As the oldest of six in a blended family, you could say that I've been through it all. Let's just say I'm happy that most of my siblings have grown up and become more bearable. If you have siblings and can't relate to these, you're lying.
As the oldest of six in a blended family, you could say that I've been through it all. Let's just say I'm happy that most of my siblings have grown up and become more bearable. If you have siblings and can't relate to these, you're lying.
I always had the best seat in the house, but this kind of thing caused a lot of arguments. It's like they were competing for the Iron Throne.
Trust me, I'm very aware that my siblings got the better end of the gene pool. However, I really don't like to be reminded of it.
Unfortunately, this is when my siblings would choose to yell for my parents. You would think that it has gotten easier to share. It hasn't.
I don't know why the knowledge that somebody else was going to get it suddenly made it more appealing. But of course, you couldn't let them win.
It's always surprising what a sibling can remember, and you never know when it will come back to haunt you.
When I watch my younger siblings fight, I can't help but feel like an older sensei who knows what's coming.
It was mostly the evil characters, too. The one that got me the most was being told that I was the hunchback of Notre Dame.
My mom pulled the Kardashian move and gave all the girls 'K' names. The struggle is too real.
I constantly had to buy new hairbrushes. Later, I would find several of my old ones in my sister's room.
I don't think there is anything worse than the older sister being mistaken for the younger one.
One night, it would feel like a fun sleepover party. The next, it would feel like trying to avoid the Purge.
You might think that with age, this would get better. However, all it takes is a simple "remember when…" to start something.
I hate to admit that I never was good at coming up with the perfect comeback. I never really improved.
It may be cute at the time, but it also feels like losing your identity, in a way.
My sister and I are even the same sizes, and things would still disappear. Even worse, she looked better in them.
Although, I did have the rather unique problem of having to give my siblings a ride on my lap when they were tired.