56 days = 8 glorious weeks of summer are over now that SS12 is back with us for the school year. And while I'm grateful for the time off from him, and that he did manage to go 26 1/2 hours without being rude, wasteful and sneaky, I already wish I could send him back to his mother's.

Yesterday afternoon my husband served up both boys DS13 and SS12 with 2 slices each of leftover pizza, leaving only 3 slices between my husband and myself. He offered me 2 slices, and I said no, you take the 2 and I'll just eat the one. This discussion happened right in front of the boys. So right as I'm finishing my single slice, I notice SS12 get up and sneakily fold his paper plate in half before throwing it into the trash bin. Since it made such a loud thud, I looked inside and saw SS12's entire 2nd slice, minus one nibble from the end in the trash. He had just overheard the conversation about not having enough pizza for everyone; he knows that we don't waste food in our house, so instead of offering me his 2nd slice if he wasn't hungry for it, he throws it away and tries to hide it by folding his plate over it.

Then later I go to sit down on the loveseat in the den where I left the book I was reading and had to walk in front of SS12 while he was playing XBox and he starts hollering and glaring at me so I asked him what's the problem? And he answered, "You're the problem."

I only had to hear how much my husband was missing him for the last 8 weeks, and I was honestly looking forward to having him back, too. But he's just such a punk, that I can't believe that I even missed him at all.

Before he left for the summer, all he could talk about was how he wanted to move back with his mother and live with her full-time, but she hardly took him to do anything, so he was so bored, that my husband was thrilled to tell me that he wants to stay with us. Yay! (*sarcasm*)

Only 308 more days until he goes back to mother's next summer...