I believe I had shared earlier that there was a possibility my brother might come live with us for awhile. Well, it has come to pass! He secured himself a full-time job only a few minutes from our house, and he starts in three weeks! So he’s moving down here in two weeks, and we are all excited.
He’ll be staying in the spare bedroom we have on our lower level, which has an adjoining full bathroom. Comfy enough, I think, for cheap digs. We still need to paint the room before he moves in; it is in SORE need of a coat of paint.
I have a leftover can of off-white and was going to use that.
But my brother just called me a loser in a message board.
I am tempted to exact revenge a la paint color. Pink perhaps? Chartreuse? Neon orange? A dingy, depressing gray?
Alas, I am too cheap to spend $30 on a new gallon of paint for such a purpose, so he will get his off-white anyway.
The fact that he’s calling me a loser and that I’m contemplating revenge for it shows we often act like bratty little kids with each other, rather than the grown-ups we are. That’s one thing I am worried about with him living here, that we will end up being stupid and jerky with each other. Hopefully we can both make a conscious effort to act like adults and avoid the name-calling and shouting matches that have occasionally plagued our ‘adult’ interactions. I theorize it’s because I haven’t lived at home since going away to college and we don’t really have much practice being adults together, so when a little conflict arises we both revert to how we acted ten, fifteen years ago.