This piece of my 101 expansion will tackle the issues of several of my sisters. I'm sure there is a medical name for this symptom, but I have no idea what it is. I'm sure it's mental. You see, four of five of my sisters are married. Three of those married sisters married men named 'Tom'. I don't know if this is some sort of sibling rivalry and I just failed to get the memo or what. All I know is the two sons-in-law who are NOT named Tom, have considered having their name change in order to 'fit in'.
These three grown men constantly argue about who is the #1 Tom, who is the #2 Tom, and who is on sh*t list because they have been relegated to #3 Tom. The #1 spot was usually determined by my dad (meaning they showed for happy hour at 3 pm to have a drink with him or helped in some home improvement project our dear mother was determined to have done). Now that dad is gone, it is pure mayhem when everyone is together. Arguing back and forth on who is "#1". Personally, Baby Sis's 'Tom' is the #1 Tom in our family. C'mon... he stayed home all last weekend with the triplets and Jack so we could escape on a two day vacation! Did the other Toms come and help?? NO! So, there you have it.
Baby Sis's Tom will always be #1. That is it. No more to be said. Period.
Now, for the #15. Actually I just put that number 29 there. It's been awhile since I counted and probably counted my kids in there. So, to be completely accurate and avoid Blondie correcting me in the 'comment' section, I shall just list names. There will be a quiz so pay attention... got it?
I think going by families will be easier. No way by ages. Too many to remember.
Maryanne, Mike, Paul, Marie, Clare, Elizabeth, Louise, John, Lindsay, Krista, Erin, Natalie, Danny, Frankie, Elise, Joe, Luke, Chris, Rachel, Josh, Brian, Jack, Lauren, Abby, Conor. Can't leave out Kapoe and Princess (one sisters doggies who are her kiddies!)
Okay, I must have included Jaden, Reece, Isaiah, and Lucy (my grandkids) in the mix when I wrote my 101, but there you have it. All but two of these kids are 18 or under. Now do you understand my migraines at family functions? I thought so.
One more thing... this number is subject to change at any given time. We are good Catholics... but I'll cover that in the next installment.