Creeva’s World 2.0

Yes­ter­day I gave you the setup of what was going on when I first got back, let’s keep fill­ing you in.   Even though I didn’t live in the house I was becom­ing the man of the house (again), what I didn’t ful­fill chore wise, my sister’s boyfrined filled in on.   Nei­ther of us were happy about it some of the inane chores she had us doing.

One of these was Christ­mas dec­o­ra­tions.  She always thought all of her chil­dren loved dec­o­rat­ing for Christ­mas.  I stopped enjoy­ing it around ten years old.   I had to crawl through the attic and dig out all of the dec­o­ra­tions.    I had to deal with, well that needs to come done, but not that.  Those are the old dec­o­ra­tions.   Why didn’t she throw them out or sell them I still can not fathom.  The “attic” was the crawl space above the garage that you had to use a  lad­der to get up there.

My eleven year old sis­ter wanted to climb up and help.  My mother said it was too dan­ger­ous and wouldn’t allow it.   My nine year old brother then threw a tem­per tantrum that he wanted to come up and was really throw­ing a fit.  My mother was going ot allow him to come up.   My sis­ter still couldn’t come up because it was too dan­ger­ous for her still.   I wasn’t going to allow it.   I didn’t allow my brother to come up either.  If it was too dan­ger­ous for his older sis­ter, it was too dan­ger­ous for him.  My mother pleaded with me to allow him to come up.   I said no, if she couldn’t be con­sis­tent with her deci­sion, I wasn’t going to sup­port her inconsistencies.

My youngest brother was still throw­ing a fit but I shrugged it off.  My lit­tle brother (was not sure about now) the dic­tio­nary def­i­n­i­tion of a spoiled child.  He would run wild and do what­ever he wanted.  My mother would sup­port it and give him what­ever he asked for, allow­ing him to do things that were “too dan­ger­ous” for his older sis­ter, and the boy would not take no for an answer.

One time when I was babysit­ting the boy I sent him to his room for pun­ish­ment.   He wouldn’t stay in the room so I applied a trick I learned when my next in line brother had that room.   If you looped a strap around the door han­dle to the bath­room door han­dle imme­di­ately across the hall you couldn’t get out.   This I admit was exas­per­a­tion mode for me, since I didn’t want to spank a kid that was twenty-one years younger then me.   The kid didn’t want to stay in that room and thought no one could force him (since my mother never dis­ci­plined him.   While I was sit­ting on the stairs work­ing (right out­side the door) he wsa tak­ing apart his win­dow and try­ing to climb out of the sec­ond floor since he felt no one had the right to pun­ish him.

Before you think this is my babysit­ting norm or I was endan­ger­ing the child.  His only stip­u­la­tion was that he had to go stay in his room for 15 min­utes straight.   That obvi­ously was too much for him, so that’s why it came down to lock­ing him in for fif­teen minutes.

My mother never wanted to be a mother.  She wanted to give the love (in her own wway) but she would always let the youngest child run wild and do what­ever they wanted.   It just snow­balled down to the extreme with my youngest brother.  She was in love with being a mother, the same way a lit­tle girl is in love with a hav­ing a doll.  She wanted chil­dren around to dress and show off, yet didn’t want to dis­ci­pline, didn’t want to teach any­thing of value, and didn’t want to deal with any­thing bothersome.

Read Part 1 Here

Read Part 2 Here

Read Part 3 Here