While nothing diminishes the love you have for your children, having a twenty year old move back home after a two year absence is, nonetheless, a shock to the system.
I have been so busy, I haven't had time to open my laptop.
Did you hear that?
Me minus my laptop. That's right up there with me minus chocolate. It never happens. Until now.
D1 has come home a different person. Not all bad, but not all good either.
I've learned a few things about myself since she drove her overstuffed, bug-smattered car into our driveway after her three day (read: three days and nights of no sleep for me) road trip home:
one) I have a nose for cigarette smoke
two) I don't like people coming and going out of the house until 3 am.
three) Sleeping in until 1pm annoys me
four) I have a low tolerance for ill-planning and spur of the moment living
five) I really appreciate common courtesy
I realize most of these hurdles are due to her living on her own for two years. Given some time, I'm sure we'll all acclimate to each other again.
I'll give it another hour. I really need some sleep.
Speaking of time...
This Monday is the first Monday of the Month!