The oldest is officially finished with high school this summer, and is preparing to start college in the fall. And he drives, and works (two or three jobs, depending), and has a girlfriend, and generally has a life, and lives about an hour and a half away.
A couple months ago, his mom contacted us saying that she didn't know what she was going to do about childcare for him while she was at work this summer.
Our solution was elegant in its simplicity: Send him here.
Which brings us to:
Like, he REALLY likes his schedule.
So I'm sure you can imagine his. . . we'll call it "emotional pain and suffering". . . when he woke up this morning to find that his brother had gotten up BEFORE HIM, was ALREADY SEATED SNUGLY ON THE COUCH, and had ALREADY SELECTED HIS OWN PROGRAMMING (which was NOT one of the programs on his Approved Viewing List).
. . . only to find Padawan cowering on one end of the couch, hiding behind cushions to keep Took's flailing hands from connecting, while Took screamed in outrage about all the ways that he had been wronged that morning. (FYI: This was about 10 minutes after waking.)
In the meantime, I'm really just here to provide snacks, take the little one on potty breaks, and referee:
No slaps on the face, no sucker-punches, no drawing on ANYONE. The cats are off-limits, and Silly Putty is only allowed outside.
KNOWING that something is going to happen is still no preparation at ALL for actually EXPERIENCING it happen. . .
And I cried a little, but mostly it was just. . . just happiness.