My Son is Home!

He's actually been home since Sunday afternoon but I've been busy. He was gone for 10 days. So for 10 days my house was quiet. It was just me and Teddy during the day, and in the evenings it was just me, James and Teddy. I got a lot of laundry done. Cleaned house. Cooked some really amazingly delicious food. Did errands, got my school-work done in a timely manner and napped when I felt like it. It was wonderful. And awful.
Brian has spent the night away from me before, he's even gone camping with his Gramma and Papa Andy before and been gone for several days. But this was the longest trip he's ever taken. I didn't see him or talk to him while he was gone. It was too quiet. It was too peaceful. I'm too used to his constant chatter, the sound of him running around outside. Even when he is sleeping the house is a little louder just because he's in it.
So now he's home. And it's back to normal. He's talking all the time, even when you tell him to hush. He is in a state of constant motion. I have a steady stream of status updates, plans, intentions, thoughts, questions and giggles. It's loud. I almost never get to sit down. He doesn't nap, but if I'm lucky I can get him to play quietly in his room for a while so Teddy and I can lay down. I haven't even thought about homework since he got home. It's only been 2 days and I'm already exhausted. But I love every second.
Absence truly makes the heart grow fonder. I am so glad to have my boy home.