So my brothers…god bless em, they make me crazy.

I am the oldest, the next is 8 years younger, and the baby is 16 months younger. They have personalities that mesh like Israel and Palestine.

David-the baby who is 19, came to me all frustrated about his “lazy free loading older brother” who was being a jackass on Saturday. I felt honored that instead of getting in a huge fight, he came over to me and asked if I had time to talk.

For the first time I helped him understand the root problem of unmet expectations, and he reacts in anger. He took it to heart and managed to walk over to his brother and have gasp a conversation about it instead of a fist fight.

Yay. :) They might just survive into adulthood…now if one of em would get a freakin job and quit mooching off of mom we’d be golden.