First day

As is every Monday at my house, chaos reigns. My brothers are fighting each other, my little sisters are yelling, and my even younger brothers are crying. While being the oldest of eight can be fun(at times), it can also be very hectic. I remember when I was about 6-7, and whenever my parents would take us out, we'd hear a lot of things. Usually, they fell along the lines of 'Your kids are so well behaved!', but there was also the occasional 'Wow, how do you handle three?'. I can honestly say that now it's easy. By the time I turned 8, I had a little sister. Every two years after(up to date), there has been a baby born. Except one year, when my mom had twins. Who were born two months premature...yeah. But now, you'd never be able to tell. Those two are some of the toughest, loudest, most violent children I've ever seen. Combine that with their older brothers and their older sister(not me of course) all fighting at the same time, it's hard not to try and knock them out. Really it is. But luckily, by the time lunch rolls around, they have lost their drive. Thank God.