One son's a doctor. One just got his Bachelor's. And I feel old. So now I'm home after a long and eventful weekend. Real life looms with growing weeds and rain outside the window-pane. Inside the cupboards are emptying fast, while washing machine and dryer are full to overflowing. The rooms explode with sheets and towels and several weeks worth of black and white tee-shirts on top of holey jeans. I struggle to have and to fold, and can't hold onto the children because they're all grown.
Still, I also feel proud, just in case you were wondering. And stunned and astonished at the sons' achievements. And glad that I could watch one while my husband watched the other because, in accordance with Murphy's Law, they graduated on the same day at the same time but in different states.
So, if I've seemed to be slow to respond to emails, and oddly absent from the internet and your posts, now you know why. It was a really good weekend.