vanilla pudding

I spoke to Aaron the night before last. He said that he isn’t coming home for the summer, and he is resentful that his brother got his room. He said that he MAY come home for his Senior year, but he’s not definate on it yet.

Once I stopped feeling guilty for his leaving, I have to admit that this summer has been very peaceful without him here. Youngest son and I are doing more things together, and our relationship is progressing nicely.

I told Aaron that he would be welcome to come home, after-all, this IS his home.

But the same rules would apply as they did before he left. My house, my rules. I am not changing anything to try and appease him so he stays.

R told me to "stick to my guns". But I don’t want to feel as if I have to pussy-foot around in my own house so that Aaron won’t go away again.

Now that made me sound like a bitch.

I really do care about my son. And I really do wish that he was home. But, I also don’t miss the arguments and the temper tantrums.

I really ought to go out in the garage and sand the hood of the Falcon. Music up. Hair up. Old clothes I don’t care about. Nifty.

Well, I guess that’s it for now…..may be back a little later.

~kat