Only Three Years Yet Still Annoying

The greatest pleasure that a human can ever feel is relaxation. It causes less stress and it feels good to unwind the body. However, a person always ends up angered and frustrated like the Raiders fans after watching a losing game to the 49ers. Going from one emotion to the next, with a snap of a finger, is typically caused by a movement, a thing or another person. In my case, this person would be my 3-year-old brother who knows no end of the word ‘play’.

This troublesome three-year-old causes my blood pressure to rise whenever I enter my room. As the eldest out of three children, I am entitled to take on the duty of taking care of and bossing around the little munchkins while the adults are not present or unavailable. My battle plan to keep these soldiers in line is to leave them alone, only going to them when screams are heard. Not the best plan but for me it was the greatest. Even though I wish to loosen up whenever I’m in my room I can never let my guard down. I would sometimes feel as if I was a burglar sneaking around in the White House, though normally the detail would be reduced to just an ‘average Joe’ sneaking around their own home. But he would never let me have a moment of peace.

Before leaving the familiar mess in the room has already embedded it’s image into my mind but instead of find that mess, I find a much bigger mess on top of it. Odd form of words but it is how it is. I had my Mario candy containers and other small items on a nightstand but when I come back they are on my bed, some on the floor. Not to mention my sarcastic wonderment as to how my laptop is on after I left closed and untouched. I sigh to control myself from yelling and smacking some sense into that boy though I do send glares when I’m still angered at him or ignore him when he is still bothersome. Then again I must admit at the end of the day, after a snack, all is well between brother and sister.