My brother and his wife comes into town this weekend, which is to say my brother from Washington DC who is a reporter and not the Air Force one is coming into town. Sometimes I think people forget I have two, so I thought I would clarify.
It's always an interesting thing when Nick (my brother, not the boyfriend) comes into town. My mom and him honestly DO NOT like each other. But tragically they still love each other, so they try to visit and hang out with each other but it never works.
I think the problem is that my mom and brother are both really stubborn (i probably am too, but less ignore that for a second). They both get it into their heads that they are right and then cannot see it any other way.
I am pretty sure this is where my desperate need to compromise comes from because I am constantly playing the judge and laying the smack down on them two. "Mom, you're being rediculous because of A. Nick, you're pissing her off because of B. If you two just stopped A & B we can move on and pick a friggin' place to eat ice cream!" I am like a small time, familial Judge Judy.
So it's a mixed blessing today. I am excited to see my brother and Camila, but also worried about what rediculous fight they're probably going to get into.
Sigh.