I’ve got middle child syndrome like it’s being filmed in front of a live studio audience.
While really not so much worse off than either of my sisters, I hoard every moment I’ve been so depraved of the things they’ve gotten – the new room (to themselves), the birthday parties where either Barbies or new puppies were involved and the general appreciation of their existence. I like to remind my family of such things in snarky one-line text messages while stomping around the mountains or in my lovely high-pitched shriek over what would otherwise be a “nice” dinner.
They tire of it, quickly. Which tells me I’m doing my job… so I keep at it. And do other stupid things, like dye my hair red… actually, the first time it was more like what-the-fuck orange.
There was some fun with Middle Child over winter break, too. My mom gets a big ol’ kick out of playing the “What celebrities my daughters look like” game. Here’s how it panned out:
Alyssa: Anne Hathaway, sometimes Sandra Bullock.
Jessica: Miranda Kerr… which is unsettling in how accurate that is.
Me: Well, I wasn’t so much pegged a celebrity as my Wii character… also unsettling in how accurate it is.
