Reilly-my family...

In my family there are eight people, which means six kids, six wonderful kids…

Everything we do revolves around the amount of people in our family, ranging from vacations to eating out. Granted we usually get into a lot of trouble and thus have tons of fun, but you know, it gets old. Anyway, I’m not here to bash my family or complain about favoritism, I’m here to explain the uniqueness we present and the pure delusional state my parents must be in to not see what goes on.

Now in order to setup some kind of order, we have set up a system of fascist dictatorship. Firstly, oldest rules, and power of ranking goes down in order of age. The method that we choose to exercise our power is up to us. Personally, rule by fear is the best for me. My older sister plays out the nice role and thus gets our siblings to do what she wants. The other kids are versatile with their ruling power. However, there are my youngest brothers, Sean and Shane, who have managed to group together and sometimes, they rise up on the power ladder.

Okay, anyway, the only time, so I’ve noticed, when we have had a real conversation is at the bus stop. I know it’s random and somewhat weird, but it’s the only time we actually talk. At the bus there is my older sister, younger sister, younger brother, and me. We don’t have much in common, other than physical appearance, but we still manage a conversation. I don’t know how we do it, but it always seems to work out. We all ignore the same people at the bus stop, we all know who else were talking about, and we can actually follow the conversation. It’s quite amazing if you think about it, really.

So, although we may not be perfect, nor anywhere near normal, we’re still family.
“The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together.” ~Erma Bombeck