The house is quiet right now. Two teenagers sleeping. It's a beautiful thing.

I call my dad pretty much every morning. I, now, routinely ask how his girlfriend is. My sister says they are very cute together. They hold hands and pray when they go out to eat. My dad says that they haven't had a fight yet. That makes me so sad. He and my mom could get into some heated ones, that's fo sho! I told him they were still in a "honeymoon phase." Every relationship is like this. Not that I want to break his bubble, but it's a little weird giving dating advice to ones parent. I don't freak out about it as much, now, and I think it's kind of cute. My mother has been gone for 3 1/2 year. It's time.

It's my last day with my oldest. I am commanded to make fudge and cookies that he can take back with him. I told him to get the recipes down. Much grumbling was heard. However, he knows I'll do it. Oh, I hate thinking about taking him back. It's so long till our next visit. I guess that's a good thing; your heart hurting to send them back. It means you want them to return. Our relationship is in limbo, right now. I'm his mom, but I'm in that gray area of "friend," as is he. He has an issue right now, and I can't make it better. All I can do is listen. I wish he had a closer relationship with his dad, so he could talk to him. Not that they don't talk, but not in that way.

My youngest is a snarly bear when he gets up. Doesn't snuggle up much, anymore. I miss that. He was my hip attachment when he was little. He's so far away, now. At least, emotionally. Maybe that's the way it's supposed to be.

I want to have the perfect day with them. Now that I write that, I may have wrecked it and now it'll be he**. I sincerely hope not. I want to have fun with both of them, today. They grew up too fast. At least it feels like that right now.