Things you get to do (or don’t have to do anymore) when your grown-up son finally gets an apartment and moves out of the house:
You get to go shopping for food less often.
You always have a cold beer or two left sitting in the fridge.
You get to resume your sex life, and…
You get to have sex anywhere in the house and stay naked after.
You get that extra “bonus room” in the house that you have been waiting for since you bought the place.
You can take a shower after him and not have to worry if there’s enough hot water left.
You don’t have to clean the toilet seat four times a week.
You don’t always have to ask “what’s that smell?” when you open the door to his room.
You don’t have to figure out how to use your computer when he’s changed all the settings.
You don’t have to re-learn how to use the remote control for the TV and DVD after he’s changed all the settings.
You don’t have to hear footsteps all night up and down the stairs between the fridge and the computer in his room.
You don’t have to prepare lunch at noon while he’s preparing breakfast.
You don’t always have to sort his dirty underwear mixed in with yours in the laundry.
You don’t have to nag him to clean up his dirty dishes - or do it yourself.
You don’t have to nag him to clean up his room.
You don’t have to put up with his cigrette smoke wafting in from the porch outside.
You gain a new relationship with a “friend” instead of a “child”.
It looks like a July 1st lease is in the works. Yippee!
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