1 month later....
TiredSo it's been roughly a month since I came back home, and life is going alright as a whole.
The final results for grades came in and to my surprise I only failed one class (when I thought I was going to fail two). So to that end I'm kinda happy. Kinda.
When I first moved back I had pretty much the whole week to myself. My brother was gone (because he had moved out to get away from my parents), my dad was sleeping during the day and my stepmom was at work. All and all it was a pretty sweet deal. My parents were going to visit my sister and her family and would be gone for almost a week and then I would have the whole house to myself for 5 days. It was suppose to be awesome.
But the day after I came back from college my brother called my dad. He wanted to move back home because his room mates were going to kick him out by the end of the week. So some phone calls and one family meeting later my parents or I should say my dad decided to let my brother return home; but not for free.
So I lived out my quiet in a peaceful manner, which meant waking up at noon and then watching TV/drawing/playing video games while my dad slept during the day and me not changing out of my night shirt until 5 in the afternoon just in time for my stepmom to see that I supposedly didn't wear it all day. During this time I was also not working. So that gave me even more free time.
But the brother moved in after that. We all signed a contract with a list of rules and conditions he would have to meet or follow. For a few days he kept his promise of "I'll do anything if you let me come back. ANYTHING.". But tigers can't change their stripes and my brother quickly went back to his old ways. It was quite annoying.
So my quiet vacation was replaced with me having to deal with my brother's BS until he finally either gets into the Navy (like he plans) or gets kicked out on July 15 to look for another place to live (which is probably going to happen, sadly). And of course, he never actual listened to anything I told him to because my parents put me in charge. Instead he always gave this confused look like I just told him to do something crazy like re-tile the roof or something.
While all the stuff with my brother was going on I did some how find time to hang out with my friends. But sometimes I think I'm taking them away from their families or something. But still, it's nice to see them and spend time with them again, even if I do see them now at least once a week, either or at work or on my free time.
And these last few weeks have pretty much been easy going save for the conflict created by my brother and the rare times when I have a fight with my stepmom.
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