It’s time for a new “appreciation Wednesday post” (all the background on these posts are found here). I have neglected them for a while, but it’s time to get back into the positivity groove. One thing I am and always will be greatful for is my family. I come from a BIG family – I am the oldest of seven siblings the youngest of whom are 3 years old. We go through ups and downs, and there are times they all bug the heck out of me and I’d honestly want nothing more then to be rid of them for a few days- but I love them with all my heart.
Growing up in a family like mine means a few things:
- no sleeping in (it’s noisy from about 6:30 AM at our place)
- I don’t know the meaning of the word privacy. Everyone wants to know everything about what you’re doing, how you’re doing it and who you’re doing it with 🙂
- If you don’t hide your food it won’t be there the next day (I’m not kidding on this one)
- I learned how to cook at age 8, I’ve been taking care of kids since I was 6 and I have been the “second mommy” since I was 12
- I know how to budget, do bulk grocery shopping, change baby diapers and run a household and I’m only 18
- It means my mom occasionally asks me for advice in house matters
- I’ve been told I’ll make a “perfect wife” since I was 15
- It means I don’t watch soap operas or sit coms because I have one happening live 24/7
- It means long lines to the bathroom first thing in the morning, not to mention the 5 minute army showers (if you’re lucky enough to get any hot water.
- A “quiet family dinner” is an oxymoron
- Family photos are great fun because they always take a minimum of 30 minutes to take, and there’s NEVER one that a) someone isn’t making a stupid grin in, b) someone has their eyes closed, c) everyone looks ridiculous in but everyone has their eyes open and looks halfway human
Case in point:
In short it’s lots of laughs, screams and a few tears – but it’s one hell of an adventure living at our house. And there are some things about it I wouldn’t trade for the world.
Besides – if I didn’t have them around there would be no one to eat the nasty chocolate navy bean spread I made, or be the guinea pigs for my new recipe experiments.
And how can you not love these guys anyways?
Especially when they announce to you that they’ve (and I quote) “decided to love you” 😛
Although I’ve decided the same about them a long time ago.
C’mon, be sentimental with me : what’s something you love about your family?