Life as a Freshman Home on Christmas Break

I recently was asked why I hadn't blogged yet about my son being home from college over Christmas break.

Oh, you mean the son who was in the kitchen banging around at midnight almost every night cooking himself "dinner?"

The same son who slept until 10:00 a.m. every morning, expecting everyone else to be QUIET?

The son who took my van multiple times without asking so he wouldn't have to drive the "racing stripes" car?

The son who thought my home was magically now a five-star resort complete with maid and butler service?

The son who teased his brothers endlessly, over and over and over, until I was ready to book him on the next available flight back?

The son who was constantly asking, "Mom, where did you put such-and-such?" "Mom, do you know where such-and-such is?" "Mom, where did such-and-such end up?" (coughtrashcough to all of the above.)

The son who spent all my money, ate all my food, and used up all my gas?

Is that the son you're asking about? ;)