The Great Part About Family
My family drives me crazy. I'm sorry blog post viewers, but if I'm going to be truthful during this literary endeavor then it's not going to be like the cute and adorable paragraph we wrote as a kids about how much family loves each other. Yes, I love them, but they also can get on my nerves quite a lot. So lets go through the crew.
First, William Anderson Steel the 2nd: Dad
One thing about my Dad that I particularly don't enjoy is the fact that he is a morning person. It's great for him, he can get up at four a.m and be wide awake. What is unfortunate about this talent is that he does not understand that I am not a morning person. When I get home Friday night I expect to stay up late and sleep in on Saturday for as long as I can. My Dad has other ideas. "Come on Jessica get up, it's already 7 o clock!" Yes Dad, believe it or not people sleep past 6:30 in the morning. The rest of my family doesn't tolerate this. My little sister Kaelyn will actually hurt him if he tries to get her up (he learned that the hard way) and my Mom sends him in to get me up so that he will leave her alone. She throws me under the bus for an extra hour of sleep, typical. My Dad doubles as a child in my family. When my Mom leaves I'm the one in charge. I remember one day when my family and I were on vacation I was walking with my Mom and she said, never going to forget this, "Jessica soon you're going to go off to college and leave me with...the others." I just laughed. The rest of my family is quite the handful and that is including my Dad. When he asks me how my day was he always asks me if I had any tests and then continues to ask me how I did. My telling him the the grade hasn't come out yet doesn't get me very far. "Yeah, but you know how you did." NO I DON'T! I haven't the faintest idea how my trig test went or how my history test was, frankly it could go either way. Believe me I'd love to have the information but I don't. My Dad was the kid in high school that did no work and still graduated 4th in his class. It annoys the heck out of me.
Second, Pamela Mary Steel: Mom
I love my Mom. I get along with her best in my family. We have a similar sense of humor which makes things much more fun. I remember I spit out the window of my car once and she looked over at me and said "that's real attractive Jessica". She then begged me not to tell anyone that she said that. I didn't listen. Though, have to say, don't appreciate it when she gets mad at me for not hearing her yelling at me from across the house. Believe it or not you can walk to my room to get me instead of yelling from the kitchen, Mom. I promise the doors unlocked (because the lock is broken and you won't let me get a new one). Or how she doesn't knock when she enters my room. Everyone else in my family has the ability to knock on my door before entering. Even Samantha, who is four. My sources indicate that she does this on purpose.
Third, Kaelyn Victoria Steel: Little sister
Where do I begin. I still have scars from when she bit me as a child. She used to stuff my toys in her diaper so I couldn't play with them. She threw things at me, she would run up to me, punch me, and then go tell my Mom that I had punched her. The child was a menace. I will admit that recently she has grown up a bit. Instead of accusing me of being a horrible teenager because of staying in my room all the time she stays in her room all the time. I remember once I was stuck babysitting her and Samantha which wasn't out of the ordinary, but that night they both decided to be on their worst behavior. It's like they both decided that they were going to do everything in their power to make my evening the worst one I had ever endured. It was 9 o clock and Samantha had been crying for an hour, that girl has determination, and Kaelyn had decided that she wanted to be a teenager in fifth grade. She had cut up a black turtle neck, put on some red lip stick, black pants, black boots, and horribly done eye make up. She walked around the house looking for a fight and boy did she find one. It ended with her pouring water on my iPad and at that point I had had enough. I credit that night for making me the strict babysitter and older sister I am today.
Nowadays her main annoyances occur when she steals my headphones and sings while listening to music. My sister has some great pipes on her but that does not mean I want to listen to her sing "Good Girls" by Five Seconds of Summer while I'm doing my biology homework. Or her insistence on stealing the spotlight wherever she goes. The child must be stopped.
And last, but not least, Samantha Anderson Steel: Littlest sister
Sometimes she's so cute that I actually can't get annoyed with her. She drives Kaelyn crazy, which is funny because she does the same things to her as she did to me, but normally we are on good terms. Just the other day she came into room wearing a cape and her underwear shouting "I am super girl!" With her arm stuck up in the air. She certainly makes things interesting, but she is very high maintenance and extremely bossy. I don't let her get away with that though, learned my lesson the first time. I call her out when she's faking. She may be four but she is a mastermind. She can read people and know exactly how far she can push it. My aunt was over once and my sister wanted ice cream to which I said no because she was being a brat and she started crying her little eyes out. My aunt wanted to help her and comfort her, but I just told her to leave since she was already on the way out. Five minutes after my aunt left, when Samantha realized the tears weren't working, she came out happy as a clam. What a faker. She's the biggest drama queen I've ever met besides Kaelyn and my Dad.
They all get on my nerves but I get on their's too. My Mom hates it when I make plans the day of or when I leave up the nob that turns our bath into a shower or when I don't wake up to the dogs barking because I'm a deep sleeper. My Dad hates how I'm always on my phone, which I guess is fair. Kaelyn hates how I never let her use my piano (I insist that she keep her grubby hands off of it) and how when she's excited about something I don't react to it (I get annoyed when she makes a big deal out of something just to put on a performance so I never show emotion. Otherwise she wins). Samantha doesn't like that I don't listen to her all the time. I refuse to take orders from a four year old. I'm sorry, but it's just not going to happen.
And yet they all deal with me anyway, which is the great part about family. They know the parts of you that you wish didn't exist, that are annoying and difficult, that would get on anyone's nerves, and your family loves you anyway.
Third, Kaelyn Victoria Steel: Little sister
Where do I begin. I still have scars from when she bit me as a child. She used to stuff my toys in her diaper so I couldn't play with them. She threw things at me, she would run up to me, punch me, and then go tell my Mom that I had punched her. The child was a menace. I will admit that recently she has grown up a bit. Instead of accusing me of being a horrible teenager because of staying in my room all the time she stays in her room all the time. I remember once I was stuck babysitting her and Samantha which wasn't out of the ordinary, but that night they both decided to be on their worst behavior. It's like they both decided that they were going to do everything in their power to make my evening the worst one I had ever endured. It was 9 o clock and Samantha had been crying for an hour, that girl has determination, and Kaelyn had decided that she wanted to be a teenager in fifth grade. She had cut up a black turtle neck, put on some red lip stick, black pants, black boots, and horribly done eye make up. She walked around the house looking for a fight and boy did she find one. It ended with her pouring water on my iPad and at that point I had had enough. I credit that night for making me the strict babysitter and older sister I am today.
Nowadays her main annoyances occur when she steals my headphones and sings while listening to music. My sister has some great pipes on her but that does not mean I want to listen to her sing "Good Girls" by Five Seconds of Summer while I'm doing my biology homework. Or her insistence on stealing the spotlight wherever she goes. The child must be stopped.
And last, but not least, Samantha Anderson Steel: Littlest sister
Sometimes she's so cute that I actually can't get annoyed with her. She drives Kaelyn crazy, which is funny because she does the same things to her as she did to me, but normally we are on good terms. Just the other day she came into room wearing a cape and her underwear shouting "I am super girl!" With her arm stuck up in the air. She certainly makes things interesting, but she is very high maintenance and extremely bossy. I don't let her get away with that though, learned my lesson the first time. I call her out when she's faking. She may be four but she is a mastermind. She can read people and know exactly how far she can push it. My aunt was over once and my sister wanted ice cream to which I said no because she was being a brat and she started crying her little eyes out. My aunt wanted to help her and comfort her, but I just told her to leave since she was already on the way out. Five minutes after my aunt left, when Samantha realized the tears weren't working, she came out happy as a clam. What a faker. She's the biggest drama queen I've ever met besides Kaelyn and my Dad.
They all get on my nerves but I get on their's too. My Mom hates it when I make plans the day of or when I leave up the nob that turns our bath into a shower or when I don't wake up to the dogs barking because I'm a deep sleeper. My Dad hates how I'm always on my phone, which I guess is fair. Kaelyn hates how I never let her use my piano (I insist that she keep her grubby hands off of it) and how when she's excited about something I don't react to it (I get annoyed when she makes a big deal out of something just to put on a performance so I never show emotion. Otherwise she wins). Samantha doesn't like that I don't listen to her all the time. I refuse to take orders from a four year old. I'm sorry, but it's just not going to happen.
And yet they all deal with me anyway, which is the great part about family. They know the parts of you that you wish didn't exist, that are annoying and difficult, that would get on anyone's nerves, and your family loves you anyway.
You have great voice in your descriptions of your family members!
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