No matter what my kids do, I always tell myself they will turn out just fine. Even though Olivia has an obsession with the words bum, boob and poo. Even though her wrestling skills are now verging on WWE level.
Do you know how I know this? Because my sister, Cheyenne, was the biggest pain in the arse when we were kids and she turned out OK.
Im not talking about your usual sibling bullshit. This demon ran me over with a fucking quad!
One particular heart breaking memory I had was when I was about 8. Our family own a peice of land that we spent our childhood on climbing trees and generally rolling in the dirt. One day I came across an old lead and collar in the trees and I managed to convince myself I owned an invisible dog. This dog bought me so much happiness as I dragged it around in the dirt all day.
Cheyenne was obviously in a shitty mood because on this particular day, whilst I was completely caught off guard, she stormed up to me, grabbed my invisible dog and threw him over the fence as if she was competing for a gold fucking medal.
I was devastated.
I could go on all day telling you stories about how my sister used to smack herself and blame it on us etc etc. But the point I'm making is that she is now the nicest person you will probably ever meet. Granted, she's still cranky as fuck, but she couldn't care less.
Cheyenne is the meaning of quirky and the image of originality.
So when your demon child is beating the shit out of their siblings just think of Cheyenne. There is hope!
Kelsey x
Im not talking about your usual sibling bullshit. This demon ran me over with a fucking quad!
One particular heart breaking memory I had was when I was about 8. Our family own a peice of land that we spent our childhood on climbing trees and generally rolling in the dirt. One day I came across an old lead and collar in the trees and I managed to convince myself I owned an invisible dog. This dog bought me so much happiness as I dragged it around in the dirt all day.
Cheyenne was obviously in a shitty mood because on this particular day, whilst I was completely caught off guard, she stormed up to me, grabbed my invisible dog and threw him over the fence as if she was competing for a gold fucking medal.
I was devastated.
I could go on all day telling you stories about how my sister used to smack herself and blame it on us etc etc. But the point I'm making is that she is now the nicest person you will probably ever meet. Granted, she's still cranky as fuck, but she couldn't care less.
Cheyenne is the meaning of quirky and the image of originality.
So when your demon child is beating the shit out of their siblings just think of Cheyenne. There is hope!
Kelsey x
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