Moving Back in With Mom And Dad, The Transition of the Century

Living with your adult son-the transition

Five days after graduation, my oldest son pulled into our driveway. “Robbie’s home,” my youngest reported from the bottom of the stairwell. “Could you sound any less enthusiastic?” I shouted. But he’d vanished, most likely claiming his space on the couch before his brother reclaimed it. Kicking aside the shoes that were blocking the entrance to the front door, I walked tentatively to the window and opened the curtain.

Normally I’d have run out to gre...