Cars And Other Oldest Child Problems

Hey. I don’t thing I mentioned this, but a few months ago, I got my driving permit. I’ve decided not to take Driver’s Ed (I’m not required to as I’m eighteen) because the cost of the actual classes would amount to more than the discount on insurance I would receive. Anyway, I’ve been driving my dad’s old Honda Fit around. When he bought his new truck, he didn’t trade in the Honda because I was going to start driving soon. Well, I was talking to my mom about something (I don’t remember what) when it was brought up that when I move out, I’m going to have to buy another car so my brother can drive the Fit.

First, let me just say that I kinda get where she’s coming from. They already have a car for my brother to learn to drive in. However, as my little sister is five years younger than my brother, it’s not like she’ll be driving anytime soon after he is. Meaning he most likely won’t have to buy another car when he moves out since he’ll probably get to just take the Fit with him. So basically, just because I’m the oldest child, I’m going to have to buy my own car.

It’s freaking ridiculous. If anything, it should be the other way around, since I’m the oldest. I’d also say that my parents should save it for my other two little siblings to drive, since that makes sense, even though they’re five and seven years younger than my brother, but my parents will probably be like, “well, Amanda’s still five years away, why shouldn’t Roman keep the car” because they pull stuff like that all the time. I kinda feel like a brat for complaining, so let me reiterate: I’m not complaining about me not being able to keep the Honda, I’m upset that my brother most likely will be allowed to keep it just because there is a larger age gap between him and the next kid to start driving.

This is just one more annoyance to add the my ongoing mental “Only Child Problems” list. I get really pissed off when my little siblings complain about not being the oldest child, because seriously, I get not being able to do everything your older sibling can do, because I was always wicked close to my cousin who’s older than me by a few years, but when you’re siblings, there’s really not a lot that the parents don’t allow the slightly younger sibling to do if the older sibling can. Pretty much anything I’m allowed to do, so can my brother, and it’s always been that was, unless it was like a legal issue or something, like driving before you’re sixteen. When I first started sitting in the front seat, I was forced to take turns with my brother, even though I’m two years older than him and he has always been underweight. When I was allowed to ride my bike alone, so could Roman. When I got the new Gameboy, so did he. We always had the same bedtime, except for now, because I’m eighteen and no longer in school while he has to be in bed by 10:30 on school nights. However, he rarely, if ever, follows this rule, and it’s really not enforced by my parents. When I still had a bedtime, if it were even five minute past and I wasn’t in bed yet, I would be in trouble.

I’m just baffled by the blatant differences in my parents’ treatment of my siblings versus me. I don’t understand how it can be so much different. I get that we’re all different and thus should be reprimanded differently and treated differently in different situations, but to an extent. My sister is eleven, and I know for a fact that when I was ten, I was folding laundry, because I accidentally said “crap” in front of my mom while switching it over once (and my siblings say crap and worse all the time and are mostly just left alone or given a minor slap on the wrist). My sister has no chores at all except for sometimes bringing the hamper down to the laundry room, sometimes cleaning the bunny’s cage, and very rarely scooping the cat litter (not even changing it, just scooping). AJ is nine and has no chores at all. He doesn’t even have to clear his own plate from the table (neither does Amanda).

I guess I just don’t understand why there’s such a huge difference. Am I the only one who feels this way? Let me know in the comments.

Okay, I’ve gotta go. It’s Camp NaNoWriMo, and I have to get writing. Bye!

-Sam

You’ve Gotta Be Freaking Kidding Me….

Hey. I know I’ve been absent for just short of six months. I’m going to try to fix that. Anyway, today my parents drove up to New Hampshire to buy a camper, leaving me and my sixteen-year-old home alone (my parents brought my two littlest siblings to my grandma’s for the day). My mom didn’t leave a list of chores, like she usually does, but just told me to get my folding done and clean one small area of the house up. I folded and cleaned up the gaming area, and then decided to do some extra, because I wanted to surprise her. I scooped the cat litter, vacuumed around the bunny’s cage, and cleaned her cage. I then swept the kitchen floor.

So, my parents come home around four, four-thirty. My mom and I are talking and she says something like, “I’m glad you both got your stuff done today.” I’m like, wait a second, Roman did nothing all day. She says, “He cleaned the cat litter.”

Excuse me??

I start to get mad at this point, because, as conniving as he is, I never expected him to stoop this low. My mom says, “Oh, you both must’ve scooped it,” which, even if this were the case, that right there should tell you all you need to know about my brother’s idea of “clean”. I’m like, no, I scooped it, he didn’t. She gets mad at me and says that I’m taking away from the extra that I did today by arguing. I say, “I’m not arguing anything, I’m simply stating facts!”

And that’s pretty much how the conversation went, ending with my mom and I going in separate directions for the next few minutes. But seriously, are you fucking kidding me? Who the hell does that? At least lie about something neither of us did! Don’t try to take credit for my fucking work, asshole!

Anyway, yeah, I’m kinda freaking pissed. But whatever.

Tonight, I’m sleeping in a tent in our backyard with my two youngest siblings, AJ and Amanda. They’re asleep right now. I’m going to go watch some Netflix now, then try to get some sleep. Bye!

-Sam

Homework, Homework, And More Homework

Hey. Well, as the title may show, I have a lot of homework tonight. Which means, I won’t be able to get up AJ’s favorite memory post today. Sorry! But I have to write a Dos essay and finish an English essay, both due tomorrow. And I’m NOT going to just go “oh, there’s probably gonna be a snow day tomorrow” like most kids do. So, sorry for the short post, but I wanted to keep my posting streak, and I have homework to do. Bye!

-Sam

My Favorite Memories: The Introduction

Hey! So, due to the ADORABLE pic of my then 2-year-old brother (now 5-years-old) that I posted on Instagram the other day (I’ll post it in a later post, don’t worry!), I have decided to do a new blogging… segment, for lack of a better word. Here’s the deal. Each day, I’m going to post a few of my favorite memories of everyone in my immediate family (at least one picture included) with a description of that memory, and an explanation of why it is a favorite memory. I will go from youngest to oldest, but will save myself for last. Sound good? Good. Alright, I think that’s it. Bye!

-Sam

P.S. I thought a picture of my family would be fitting, so..:

Taken November, 2009

Please Help

Hey. So, I’m almost in tears right now. I just found out that the son of AJ’s school counselor, the mother of Amanda’s preschool best friend, has cancer. Please pray for Thomas and his family, especially that he will beat this beast. If you don’t pray, then please do something! Whatever you do, please do it!

-Sam

P.S. His CaringBridge can be found here.

Sledding (And Other Happenings Of Today)

Hey! Today was a long day. As the title says, we went sledding, but that was later in the day. Today started out with me (and eventually my mom) searching for an hour for my snow pants so I could play outside in the snow with my family. Up until that point, I had been typing Chapter 2 of Running in my room. By the time we find my snow pants, everyone is coming in (literally, I walked up the stairs with my pants and they were walking in the door). My little 5-year-old brother AJ says he’ll go back out with me to play with me, so he waits for me to put my pants, boots, hat, scarf, and jacket on, and we go out in the snow.

About five minutes later, he wants me to push him on the swing, so we walk across the yard to the swing, and he tries to hop on. This knocks his glove off. “Oh no!” he shouts. Finally, after several failed attempts to put his glove on, I admit defeat. “Alright, let’s go have Mommy put it on,” I say. I tell you, trying to put on a five-year-old’d glove is hard work! We start running to the front yard, where my mom and my 13-year-old brother Roman are shoveling the driveway, but halfway there, AJ’s boot falls off!

“Sam!” he yells, since I’m a little ahead (I am 9 1/2 years older than him). “My boot! It fell off!” I look back and see that, yes, it had indeed gotten stuck in the snow and was not on his foot. Now I’m starting to worry, since AJ’s sitting in the snow, his foot (the one without the boot on it) in the snow, and it’s 15°F, with the windchill making it seem 20°F colder. I yell, “Stick your foot up in the air!” He doesn’t, so I try a different tactic. “C’mon, stand up so I can carry you to Mom!” I shout (I’m yelling and shouting because 1. my hood makes it hard to hear, and 2. I’m nervous that if he’s out in the cold any longer he could get frostbite or something. People shout when they get worried.

Anyways, when AJ hears me say “Mom,” he gets up and starts running to the front yard. I run after him, yelling at him to stop and let me carry him. He doesn’t, and we reach my mom, who basically tells him to go inside and get fixed up (get new socks, get re-bundled-up, etc…). He starts to cry, so I hurriedly explain that we’re not going to stay inside, but we’re just going to get ready to stay warm when we’re outside again. He seems to get this, and walks inside with me. When we get inside, he decides that he wants to stay in, so I take his snow clothes off and wrap him in a blanket, and then go back out to help shovel.

Fast forward a few hours. We went sledding. It was really fun! I tried to use my snowboard that I got for Christmas, but my feet were too big. Amanda and AJ were able to use it, though. At the end of our sledding adventures, Mom, me, Roman, AJ, and Amanda all went down the hill in the same sled a few times. It was fun!

Yep, today was really fun! Alright, I’m going to go see if I can finish Chapter 2 of Running, maybe get it published on Wattpad tonight? Bye!

-Sam

Where Are You Burban?!

Hey. Burban is missing. We can’t find her anywhere. She’s been AWOL since around 3 in the afternoon (I think that’s when I saw her last). It was around when Gabby left. Which scares me, cuz it makes me wonder if she somehow got past me and out the door, even though I was watching for her. I’m crying. I’m so scared. What if she’s hurt? What if she’s dead?

Hey again! The reason I say that is because that first part was written about a half hour ago. I stopped the post and went to find Burban. Following advice from my Uncle’s mom (not my grandma, since he’s not my blood uncle, but he’s my uncle in all the other ways), I looked in Amanda and AJ’s closet (they share a room), and after pushing aside all of the crap that was in a huge pile on the closet floor, found Burban! I was so relieved! I pulled her out and into my arms for a ginormous bear hug, which, surprisingly, she stayed calm and still for (she normally stays still for hugs from me and my mom, no one else, but I hugged her very, very tightly). I am so happy right now, you don’t even know. Phew. My mind was going to dark places, like thinking she wasn’t going to be here for Christmas and stuff like that. But it’s all better now. Thank you, God! Alright, I guess that’s it. Oh, wait. I kept my posting streak. Again! This is the seventh day, I believe. Okay, that’s really it. Bye!

-Sam