Indeed, my son is finally on his own. For the summer, at least. This past weekend I was overjoyed to see him for TWO WHOLE DAYS, and had to chuckle at the few telltale signs that he indeed, was living on his own.
You know me… I have evidence!
At Grandma’s beach house, between she and I, there are NEVER dirty dishes in the sink!
Now, you may be asking yourselves, “Did Katherine make him get up and do the dishes as she should have?” Ummm…. uhhhh…. well…. OK, I did the dishes he left. I was there, he was asleep and they were in my way. BUT I DIDN’T WASH HIS BIG GLASS. THERE! You happy?!?
The toilet seat is up. EWWWWW!
… relationships are becoming much stronger.