I hear my friends talk about how "disruptive" it is to have the kids home again, and I remember that from last year when Son Number One came back from his first year with All The Information In The Universe. My ego remains intact, as does my devotion to these two chuckleheads. Nothing makes Mama happier than having her babies back home, even if they've changed, even if it's only for a while, even if I know we'll be driving one another nuts by mid-July. Having the chance to watch them up close instead of through social media is amazing. It's the difference between being at a Rolling Stones concert in the third row and playing their music on your iPod. They generate their own electricity and it's a rush to breathe the same air.
So while my 22nd wedding anniversary tomorrow won't be very romantic (I'm working from 5-10PM), my Mother's Day will rock. The only thing nicer would be if both boys were home, but I can be patient for another two weeks until Son Number One arrives. Then I can ask him questions, because there are still a few things about the universe that I don't know.