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My brother has offically left the building. He moved out this past Friday.
Whilst I am glad that we finally have the house to ourselves (a novelty Graig and I have never previously enjoyed, having always had brother or, in his case, a roommate), there is also of course, some residual 'big sister' guilt over having kicked him out. Yes, there was reason he had to leave (the in-laws arriving next week is the main one, my bro habitating in the baby's room meaning there won't be room for him come July being the other one), but I can't help but feel bad anyway. I know he's fine, he's at our grandparents' place till school finishes, and then he'll be out at our parents, so that is good because Grandma will make sure he is fed and bully him into eating better in a way I could not. But I worry a bit anyway because Grandma is allergic to cats and well, my bro had to take his evil cat with him rather than leave him with us beause Lex would not survive without my bro; he'd either pine away or we'd eventually snap and kill him...
Of course, the person who is most affected by my bro leaving is Jet. As I've said before, he adores his uncle. And I admit, it was nice to be able to say now and then, 'go bug Uncle B for awhile' if I needed to get something done but Jet was being underfoot. To illustrate just where Uncle B sits in the hierarchy of Jet's life, I'll tell you this little story from a few weeks ago. We (being Jet, myself and Graig) had gone to a neighbourhood park. Jet was running around, playing, and we were involving ourselves in his play as much or as little as we saw fit. At one point, Jet asked me to sit aboard his 'pirate ship', which I did, but I declined to go climb around it (as this would mean having to go further into the playscape, and stooping over to fit inside was not something I was willing to do), saying I was fine out on deck as I could watch for any incoming ships. Of course, this was not good enough for Jet, and he threatened to throw me overboard and never see me again, or be with me again, rant, rant, rant. To which Graig eventually chimed in, 'Well, if you do that and never see Mommy again, you'll have to live with your dad full time.' To which Jet thought for a moment, then said 'No, I'll go live with Uncle B, I'd rather do that.' Yeah, no surprise really... Of course, we didn't explain that Uncle B isn't really in the position to have Jet live with him, but I did think the conversation very telling. I'm first in the hierarchy (but really, only 'cause I'm 'Mom'), and then Uncle B trumps everyone else.
Anyway, what's done is done, my bro is, after living with us for 3 years, now somewhere else and we can start thinking about what we'll need for the baby, since we now have a place to store all her stuff. Jet will miss him, but its not like he'll never see him.
Strangely enough though, I actually miss the stupid cat. While he was usually mean, I am the person he was nicest to after my brother, which isn't really saying much, I know. If I'm missing that horrible creature though, I think it means I need a pet...
Whilst I am glad that we finally have the house to ourselves (a novelty Graig and I have never previously enjoyed, having always had brother or, in his case, a roommate), there is also of course, some residual 'big sister' guilt over having kicked him out. Yes, there was reason he had to leave (the in-laws arriving next week is the main one, my bro habitating in the baby's room meaning there won't be room for him come July being the other one), but I can't help but feel bad anyway. I know he's fine, he's at our grandparents' place till school finishes, and then he'll be out at our parents, so that is good because Grandma will make sure he is fed and bully him into eating better in a way I could not. But I worry a bit anyway because Grandma is allergic to cats and well, my bro had to take his evil cat with him rather than leave him with us beause Lex would not survive without my bro; he'd either pine away or we'd eventually snap and kill him...
Of course, the person who is most affected by my bro leaving is Jet. As I've said before, he adores his uncle. And I admit, it was nice to be able to say now and then, 'go bug Uncle B for awhile' if I needed to get something done but Jet was being underfoot. To illustrate just where Uncle B sits in the hierarchy of Jet's life, I'll tell you this little story from a few weeks ago. We (being Jet, myself and Graig) had gone to a neighbourhood park. Jet was running around, playing, and we were involving ourselves in his play as much or as little as we saw fit. At one point, Jet asked me to sit aboard his 'pirate ship', which I did, but I declined to go climb around it (as this would mean having to go further into the playscape, and stooping over to fit inside was not something I was willing to do), saying I was fine out on deck as I could watch for any incoming ships. Of course, this was not good enough for Jet, and he threatened to throw me overboard and never see me again, or be with me again, rant, rant, rant. To which Graig eventually chimed in, 'Well, if you do that and never see Mommy again, you'll have to live with your dad full time.' To which Jet thought for a moment, then said 'No, I'll go live with Uncle B, I'd rather do that.' Yeah, no surprise really... Of course, we didn't explain that Uncle B isn't really in the position to have Jet live with him, but I did think the conversation very telling. I'm first in the hierarchy (but really, only 'cause I'm 'Mom'), and then Uncle B trumps everyone else.
Anyway, what's done is done, my bro is, after living with us for 3 years, now somewhere else and we can start thinking about what we'll need for the baby, since we now have a place to store all her stuff. Jet will miss him, but its not like he'll never see him.
Strangely enough though, I actually miss the stupid cat. While he was usually mean, I am the person he was nicest to after my brother, which isn't really saying much, I know. If I'm missing that horrible creature though, I think it means I need a pet...