So it was never made clearer to me than during my parents' 40th anniversary weekend the differences between Only Children and Children Who Have Siblings.
The 5 grandchildren on my parents' side. My 3, plus my Nephew (who is an only child) and then my Niece (who also is an only child).
With all of us co-habitating in one beach house for the weekend (my parents, us 4 siblings, our significant others, plus 5 grandchildren) it was crowded. And loud. And FUN.
My Niece retreated with a book...
Or sat inside with her Mom perusing fashion magazines...
Or sat outside and observed the madness. With refreshments.
The boys, on the other hand, romped and frolicked in the yard like puppies. My boyz are totally used to wrestling and playing and roughhousing with each other. My Nephew, on the other hand? Notsomuch. Observe:
Whee! This is fun. I love wrestling with my cousins!
Yep. I'm totally enjoying this. Even though I just got tossed.
There! I got one, but wait, there's another one grabbing me!
WTF?! They just keep coming.
And I'm down. Dammit.
Now I'm pissed. This is my MAD face, cousin!
But Dad! He did it first!
And now I shall CHOKE you!
Ouch. That hurt.
Can't we just go home to my nice quiet house?
Apparently Only Children aren't used to constant chaos and confusion. Where someone's always TOUCHING YOU or TEASING YOU or GRABBING YOUR THINGS or NOT SHARING or NOT TAKING TURNS or FOLLOWING YOU or COPYING YOU.
Welcome to my Trenches.