So it seems things are starting to return to normal. My brother decided to go back to my sister’s house; of course he had to listen to nearly an hour lecture on how this is his last chance. As the mediator even I had to be careful not to sigh too loudly while on the conference call with the family.
I’m also sending my oldest son home on the red eye tomorrow night. He won’t get home until 6:30 am, but at least he’ll be home to sleep in his own bed.
This also means that my house will go back to being relatively quiet. One kid can only make so much noise, but two or three children exponentially increase the noise level. Honestly, I don’t know how people do it; four and five kids…or in some cases 20. I’d go crazy not being able to quiet spot to think.
Even with all the noise and the craziness of the last few weeks, I’ll miss my boy when he goes back to his dad. He’s smart and funny and it seems like he’s on the road to being someone I might be able to be friends with when he becomes an adult. I’m proud of him and appreciate the great job his dad is doing raising such a fine young man.
But I will relish the quiet when things go back to normal.