You see, I spoil him. Just like I spoil my other son. I freely admit it. I can’t help it.
Now at 18 he does know how to cook, do laundry, clean, etc. He just chooses not to. Mainly because I do it all for hom. Partly because I love him so much and partly because I like it to be done well and he… Doesn’t. He leaves his clothes lying around, his dirty dishes on the table, school books out, computer on the table, etc. He seem incapable of cleaning up after himself.
I can just see his face when, after coming home from classes, and realizes that his dorm room is still a complete mess and there is no food prepared for him and no clean laundry. I can just picture it. And I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Probably laugh, but I am just wired that way. I will feel sad later. I promise. Kind of.
On the other hand my younger son is counting down the days until he gets Nick’s room since it is the bigger kids room. And Nick is not happy about that. For some reason he thinks it will always be his room and I will erect some sort of shrine to him in there.
There will be a slight delay in this post while I laugh hysterically.
Anyway, I am sure he will do fine. Really.