We are less than a week away from rejoining the ranks of parents with a child who lives at home! This time last year, I had serious doubts that I would make it through the Cub's first year in Hawaii with my sanity intact, but look at me, all rockin' the empty nest like a bad ass! I only ever came thisclose to a nervous breakdown that one time, when the Cub added a picture of himself hanging off a cliff to his Instagram page. One time! In eight-and-a-half months!
The Cub seems to be hanging in there, too, although, to hear him tell it, finals week is the most stressful time in the history of stressful times, to which I naturally responded:
One day, he'll be picking up what I'm laying down.
In the meantime, six more days until his life goes back to home cooked meals and free access to laundry facilities. I bet he can hardly wait.