My son’s just graduated from High School. Currently, he lives with his mom back in Texas. I’ve been trying to get him to come live with me for over a decade now, but he’s never taken me up on my offer.
Until now, that is.
Yikes. He’s arriving this weekend, and he’ll be living with me so he can go to the local college.
Honestly, when he called me to tell me he was going to come up to live with me, my first instinct was to say, “What, you thought I was serious about that offer?! Kid, that was just a joke!”
So, anyway, he’ll be living with me. I’m moving into a new three-bedroom house later on this month (hey, free labor!). It won’t have three bedrooms for long, however- one for me, one for the computers, and one for him. There goes all my space.
The new place’s mortgage is about twice what I’m paying in rent, now. He’ll be living with us and increasing our utility and food bills. There goes all my money.
He won’t have a car for quite a while, since he can’t drive- his mom never let him practice driving (even though I payed for, and sent him to, driving school two years ago). I imagine we’ll have to drive him around quite a bit, although hopefully he’ll learn to ride his bike around town (at least 'til it starts snowing again). There goes all my free time.
Oh, and he smokes. Dammit! Not on my damn property, he doesn’t. Personally, I blame his stepfather.
On the positive side, I’ll finally have him living with me (at least 'til he gets an apartment with a friend, which I expect’ll happen within a year or so). I’ll have free dogsitting. I’ll have free lawnmowing.
And he’ll go to college, and finally get away from his damn stepfather (and his mom’s psychotic family).
Yeah, I’m a little nervous.