Last day of freedom.

Well, today is my last day of freedom from my teenage stepson.

He comes home tomorrow after his annual 6 week visit to his maternal grandparents who live in lower Mass. I know it sounds horrible, but these annual visits are probably the only thing which saves my sanity, especially as he gets older and begins to get the typical teenager "I know everything, you don't own me" syndrome. This school year, however, he's going to get an ego check and will probably have to learn what it means to "get over it" and "move on". He's going into a highly competitive aviation magnet school and I have a feeling he's going to be so loaded down with work he's going to wish he was in a regular school.

While he was gone, I went nuts cleaning his room and completely organizing it.
He's going to lose his mind when he sees that his room actually looks like a room again and not a tornado destruction zone.
It better stay that way, too.
I didn't just spend the better part of two weeks busting my ass so he could destroy it in a day.