It has been nice to have the boys back home. To hear their conversations muffled by doors. To have them stand in doorways or sit on the end of my bed and talk.
"So Chuck says that you and he might share a place together this next year." I asked Ray as he sat on the end of my bed while I sat at the head of the bed, cross legged with the laptop and the cats. "No, I don't think so.".."Why not?"..."Because I want to go to college." And he gave me a sidelong glance. What does he know that I don't know? But instead of asking him I prattle on about how 'wonderful that is' and how 'much I wish your brother would go to school'...but that is just the motherness in me, worrying and truthfully, hurt for my oldest child and unable to do anything with that hurt. So instead we talk a bit more before he leaves to work the night shift.