Full house!

Last weekend, our youngest son, Patrick, moved back home. After loosing his job late in the fall (everyone was laid off) other than temporary odd jobs, he has been unable to land anything permanent. Living alone was hard on him, and I guess a bit depressing. It was only a matter of time before he asked for help. Well, isn't that what parents are for?

So - the big move happened on the weekend, and we spend all day Saturday re-arranging the rooms upstairs in order to create a bedroom for him. We have a comfortably big house, and both Keith & I had taken each a room to set up our respective office. What we did was to combine both offices in the large guest room, set up Keith's ex-office as the new guest room, and give Patrick my ex-office for his bedroom. It actually looks good. I love the extra large den created by our combined offices, with both desks facing each other. Keith hardly uses his desk since he is out of town most of the time, and when he is home, he prefers using the dining room (with a wireless laptop, the office is almost redundant safe for all the junk we have accumulated....) Now, all we need to do is remove the old blue carpet and paint the room something other than pink!

Patrick is already liking Farnham (not withstanding the fact that the fridge is always full) and has spent the last few days handing out his CV all over town. I am sure that he will find employment, and the fact that he is surrounded will only help boost his morale.

I would have never thought that I would end up living with both sons in their adulthood, but it works for me. I love their presence around the house, the laughter at dinner, the help doing the chores etc... I know that this is temporary - one day they will find themselves in love and wanting to move out, and when that happens, I will gladly help them move, but until then, welcome home, Patrick.