Good old fashioned sibling envy

Ha! You probably thought I would have some tips on handling sibling envy.  Nope.   I thought I would tell you about my younger sister, Lou, and how I wish I was her sometimes.

She has an awesome work from home job and spends her free time turning her house into a Pinterest board.

Of course, she doesn’t have kids….yet. (I think she plans on using my blog as her complete resource. She asked me to post recipes for everything I cook that she likes….)

It’s okay because I use her as a resource for dealing with Pea, who happens to be eerily similar to her.

Growing up, she loved video games.  I preferred to read.  She always wanted pink or purple stuff, which was okay because I preferred blue.  Lou lives a few states away so I don’t get to see her much but we text all the time and she is one of the few people I will actually answer the phone for.  (Side affect from working in a call center for so long.  I hate the phone.)

Like most sisters who are close in age, we transitioned from best friends as kids to bitter rivals as teens and back to best friends as adults.  She is the fun aunt, whereas I am the nurturing kiss your boo boo’s type.   We’ve always compared ourselves against the other and we probably always will.  However, I couldn’t ask for a better sister and friend.  So when my kids are playing the “why does Pea get all the attention” or “how come pork chop always gets to have fun but not me” game, I remind myself that it is natural.  They will have moments where they will want to pour a vat of sewage water on the other (like when Lou got mad at me for not writing an essay for her class and took a pair of scissors to all my underwear… and the most flattering bikini iI’ve ever had.  Forgiven–but not forgotten lol.)

I tell her all the time that she really should be the one blogging because she is an up-scaling and decorating fiend.  Take this, for example, she sends me a photo of how prettily she wrapped one of Pea’s Christmas gifts and then says that since they’re spending Christmas with us, they didn’t really “do a tree.”  She just put this up.  Just.  She decorated her home with some Christmas knick knacks she picked up at the thrift store.

If this is how pretty her Christmas tree and house are when she has kids, I am going to check myself into a mental institution.  Because that just wouldn’t be fair.

Oh and I am not only jealous of her remodeling, renovation, and decoration skills, she can also knit the prettiest scarves.

Oh and photo credit goes to my brother in law, the talented A. Wiley Bunn.  She makes things pretty and he takes pretty pictures of pretty things.  Match made in heaven!  If you are in the Charleston area and are looking for a real estate photographer check out  A Wiley Real Estate Photography.