Only Child Syndrome

I am the oldest of four kids. My whole life I've always wanted to be an only child. Maybe b/c I USED TO (past tense)love attention. Well ladies and gentlemen, I finally got my wish. As some of you may know both my brothers live in Provo...away from the nest (which is currently in West Jordan)which is about 45 minutes away, my younger and prettier sister flew across the pond to visit the ever-famous, ever-attractive country/continent we know as Europe. Which leaves me in a too-big-for-three-people house with my parents. As I reflected on my term as an only child I realized..."it is NOT all it's cracked up to be." Think about it. Question: When your parents need something done...who do they ask? Answer: the only child. Jenilyn please do the dishes, Jenilyn please fold the clothes, Jenilyn please cook dinner, Jenilyn please vaccum the house, Jenilyn please get me some water, Jenilyn please weed the ENTIRE back yard before the sun comes out, Jenilyn please do the grocery shopping (a task that I actually enjoy...but don't tell...it will ruin the effect)...I am so sick of the name "Jenilyn" I'm thinking of changing it! Well...not really but it adds drama to the story so I'll keep it. When I was in 4th grade (I still remember this vividly) we read a book called "The Wishgiver" the moral of the story (I won't bore you with the particulars) was to be careful what you wish for, and that ladies and gentlemen, that in a nutshell is the moral of this blog...be careful what you wish for....for you may in fact get it. Jamie, please come home!