Oldest Son is having some difficulty in making the adjustment to being back under Mama’s roof. In fact, more than some…try a whole truckload.
It’s quite entertaining to me that he assumes because he’s now ‘of age’ that somehow gives him the right to make rules and, even more cheeky – ignore rules in my house.
I know it’s frustrating for him, having been out on his own for the past 4 years, to have to come back and abide by someone else’s rules and not really be able to make any of your own. I know, because I had to do the same thing myself. It sucked.
I just hope he does like I did: use that frustration as the fuel to get his act together, get his own place and his own stable life.
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