Blog Post 1

Disclaimer: Tyler love his family very much even though this next post might seem as if he does not.

Siblings, the people who make you question every definition of patience in every language, on every planet. I am the oldest of four children, it goes me(17, if you haven’t figured that out yet), my sister(who is 13, and kind of the main character of this post), my brother (who is 5, and the most destructive person on the planet), and my other brother (who is 3, and he has the face of an angel, but the attitude of Gordon Ramsay on a bad day in the kitchen). It takes about thirty minutes to get to my school from where I live (twenty minutes if I’m gonna be late for English) which mean that about 2 or 3 days a week I have to drive my sister to school which starts 7:47 a.m. (I would like to note that since my freshmen year, the time that classes start has dropped almost 10 min, wth). If we leave by 7 we have about 10 minutes of free time, but in order for us to leave at 7 we have get up around 6-6:30. My sister fails to realize that me, a male, does not need a lot of time to get ready, and so I must admit I tend to sleep in a little longer, BUT I am always the first one in the car. Y ‘all don’t ask me how, but this girl YELLS at me for taking my time as soon as she GETS IN THE CAR SECOND, like, lady, I. WAS. IN. HERE. FIRST. (insert clap after every period for full comedic effect) and you’re gonna yell at me?! It’s exhausting really. And another thing, when I’m just laying in bed minding my own business (this one is gonna hit home for all the brothers and sisters out there) and my sister just BURSTS into my room with no reason what so ever but to make me angry, and then to top it all off, what does she do??? She leaves the damn door open, and then I have to Yell “Shut the door”, and when she comes back she begins to shut it but then stops half way through momentum so that the door doesn’t close all the way… Oh My God. Then I have to yell again and she goes “YoU’rR sO AnNoYInG” and that when I lose my mind and drift into hysterical laughter/crying until I fall asleep. The 5 year old is adorable and learning very quickly, he’s a smart guy but holy crap he can make a mess. My house is relatively small and it doesn’t take long to clean, and I enjoy a clean house so I tend to clean it often. On day I was cleaning (the 5 year old sitting on the couch watching tv) and when I finished I went to take a shower, I was gone maybe 15 minutes and when I came back out to the living room the 5 year old had no pants on, he was jumping on a FULL dumped out bag of chips on the carpet, a chair was knocked over (I still to this day Have not Idea how he did that), he dumped out ALL of his toys onto the ground (he used some of the chips as dirt for his tractors), and somehow he had gotten the markers and started writing ON THE WINDOWS. The cherry on top… while he was jumping he was also holding a bag of marshmallows, and when he saw me, he turned and said “Tyler! I found the F****** marshmallows!”, I laughed so hard I cried but then I realized that I had to reclean and I got upset. Last but not least is the 3 year old, this kid can psychologically manipulate me because of the way his angle face works, but he also says things that just make you feel less as person. For example, one day I just walked out into the living room as he was walking out of his room, and he goes “Mom, says that she, don’t love yous anymores”, and I’m just gonna leave it at that. Siblings are the reason most people move out when they are 18, but for some reason we always come crawling back because we miss them (kind of), and no matter how hard you try, you can never see a world without them (and believe me, sometimes I TRY).