When Boy #1 joined the military and moved on, I thought "1 down, 2 to go!".
When I told Boy #2 to get out of my house (including telling hubby it was him or me), I was glad to see the back side of him - 3 times - regretted the way it happened, each time, but not that it happened.
Boy #3, the last, is moving out this weekend. He has been a joy since the day he was born, gave me very little trouble, ever.
I'm dying here, people. And I'm trying really hard not to let him see it, because I want him to move on, it's what they are supposed to do.
When I told Boy #2 to get out of my house (including telling hubby it was him or me), I was glad to see the back side of him - 3 times - regretted the way it happened, each time, but not that it happened.
Boy #3, the last, is moving out this weekend. He has been a joy since the day he was born, gave me very little trouble, ever.
I'm dying here, people. And I'm trying really hard not to let him see it, because I want him to move on, it's what they are supposed to do.