Missing My Kids

My son moved back home recently. He was unsuccessful in his first attempt at leaving home. So, now he has taken up residency in my apartment .... UGH!!!

I love my children. I miss them when they are gone. The thing is, though, I WANT to miss them. I earned that right through twenty-three years of mostly-single parenting, dammit. I want that phase, the one where they come home a few times a year with strange new piercings and tattoos, and news of dating strange people. So far, the daughter has the tattoo, the son the piercings. They are neck-in-neck in the strange people category however.

I could handle all of this from a distance. Up close and personal? It simply pisses me off.