Each time our "big" boys come home to visit Mr. B gets a little sideways with me. Why? Because he says I continually treat them as if they are still boys.
To be truthful, I have had a difficult time "cutting the apron strings". O.K. I admit, I keep trying to re-tie them. But it is really, really hard to let the big boys be grown-ups when the following takes place:
:: AB, who is now 27, arrives home with strep throat & insists that he thinks it will clear up on it's own in a couple days. I loaded him in the truck the next morning and took him to the clinic. Two doses of antibiotics and he was feeling almost well.
:: I go upstairs and peek into the boys' room. It literally looks like a tornado touched down in there. AB (27), JP (21) and EJ (10) are "hanging out", aka wrestling. Not only do I need to tell them to settle down but also remind them that I am not a maid. I instruct them to make their beds and clean up. A few moments later while in the kitchen and I hear JP say, "Hey, if you guys don't start helping me clean, I'm going to tell mom."
Yeah, they're grown men alright.