my brother is 2 years younger than i am. he is also much more social than i am. when we were growing up, many times i wanted him to disappear. the more i wanted him to disappear, the more he wanted to do what i was doing.
when i left home and went to college and looked back with some perspective for the first time, i felt a little guilty for being mean to him. he has a big heart and he never meant any harm. i should have been more patient. but damn he was annoying!
i found these pictures of my 7th birthday party and all these feelings became crystal clear.
fine. okay. he can come to the sleepover. it's 6 girls and...chris. fine. okay. whatever. his sleeping bag goes in the corner.
great. everybody is singing and having a pillow fight. he can stay over there. inside his crayons sleeping bag.
NO! no. no. no. what the???? NOOOO! how did this happen. i hate my life. i hate this party.