Just yesterday afternoon I was telling my Teacher, Eva, how nice it has been for the last year and a half, having it be just me and Ken in the house. Of course, this may partly be because we have NEVER been alone together; we started out with a ready-made family as 20 Years Old was 9 when we married and he lived with his dad most of the time.
(pause for an aside)
(I know that there are many folks who are sending beloved kiddos off to college right now and really hurting over it. Rest assured I feel for and with you - but this particular kiddo, in our house, was not a peaceful presence. More like a portable war zone. It was a good thing for us all.)
He's been living across town and working for his dad.
Aaaaaaaaaand............(wait for it)
When I got home last night, Ken asked me if it would be okay if 20YO moved back in. He's having trouble making ends meet.
Of course, is the answer. Of course it would be okay. Of course we will work it out and maybe by now we can have some fun together again.
But: no smoking in the house (he is trying to quit...didn't I tell him it'd be bad if he started that!?)
no dog (which he has one, but a friend is willing to take it)
and NO COATIMUNDI (yes, he has one of those too)
The coatimundi - which I advised against, and which has proven (per my research) to be very much like a two-year-old human in its destructive potential - must stay at his mom's.
I - have - spoken.
Lest you all think I am a meanie about the coatimundi, who is definitely very cute: Ask me about the flying squirrels. Ask me about the rabbit. Ask me about the maniac dog. Ask me about the lizards. Ask me about the guinea pig. Ask me about the ferret....ah, the ferret, the crowning blow; that pet that I said he COULD NOT have because of its smell, and that his mother bought him anyway. Ask me, ask me, about the upstairs bedroom, that still smells greatly of FERRET.
Ask his mother about how the coatimundi, recently incarcerated in her bathroom, tore all the wallpaper border off.
That's where I'm coming from.