There are some things one just learns to do when growing up in a house of 10, and being the eldest of the 8 children in that large family. Some of the things are just plain weird. Others people wish they could do. And yet others seem impossible.

Among these things are:

 

  • Learning how to hit Ctrl, Alt, and Del on your keyboard all at the same time…with one hand.
    People, this may seem simple, but I’d like to see you precariously balance a laptop on your lap while holding a squirming infant AND having your computer freeze up, causing you to have to hit a certain series of buttons without dropping the fussy child. Unless of course…you’re the eldest girl of 8. Or are my mom.
    P.S. I should really like to see a lefty attempt this.
  • ¬†Using my left hand equally as well as my right EXCEPT for when it comes to writing.
    Yes it’s true. I can use a computer mouse, fork, spatula, and just about everything else nigh equally as well with my left hand as my right. I can even make a sandwich with only my left hand(yes, my wife skillz are growing too. Sandwich making, like a boss :P ). Writing though? Mmm nope not even a hint at being good. It’s very sad. But I can play Rockband left handed. Does that count for something? I also, strangely enough, actually naturally do a lot of things as a lefty would, such as ripstik, ride a scooter, and hold a baby. Very strange.

    One of the few times I actually used my right hand to eat while holding a baby. :P

  • Cook dinner and read a book at the same time.
    Actually, I’m not sure if this has really anything to do with being the eldest of 8. It may just have to do with the fact that I am a bookaholic. But I’m sure it counts for something. Also, I can hold a child, cook, and read a book, also.
  • Cook dinner, babysit 7 kids, and talk on the phone at the same time.
    Toria, my sis, if you are reading this than you know what I mean. ¬†Often times when we are on the phone, I am cooking. And generally, there is at least one small child at my feet. Commonly, it is Jesse. “Kait, you making bredest? You making bredest? Kait? Kait? Kait you making bredest? Kait-”
    “YES Jesse!”
    “Oh. Kait? Kait? Time for dinner? Kait? Time for dinner? Kait? Kait? Kait? Time for dinner?”
    “Jesse!”
    And that’s just how things go.
  • Pretty much do anything else while holding a child.
    Umm. Yeah. I hold kids a lot. I naturally adapted.

There’s a lot more stuff that I just can’t think of right now. I’m sure I’ll remember like fifty things tomorrow and be like WHY THE HECK DIDN’T I WAIT TO POST THAT or something.

But yeah. Life here pretty much demands that I develop superhuman skillz that allow me cart around a child, grocery shop, carry on a conversation through text with a friend, inform Mother that we don’t actually need those tortillas, and avoid knocking over the end caps on each aisle.

 

Oh yeah. I’m super MWIT.

Most of you probably don’t know what that is because pretty much only my oldest readers remember that. I came up with it when I was, like, 11.

Mother/Wife In Training. MWIT. I even had a button for it at one time. I have no idea what happened to it. I can’t find it on my blog anywhere. That’s too bad.

So anyway.

Yep.

That’s about all I have to say.

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