We are officially running the equivalent of a frat house here out on Harris Lake Road. The only difference is that the cans that litter the house the next morning are Coke (which in Texas means Dr Pepper and Sprite as well) instead of beer, and I'm more likely to catch them with an iPad in their bed than a coed.
Yesterday was C & P's last day at Trinity, and Grayson's been finished with Loyola for a few days now, so they are in full summer mode already – sleep past noon, no clothes past pajamas, no showers, food trash and toys all over the place, and good luck getting their attention unless you're a video game. Well, except for blowing stuff up – Grayson's always up for that. They are so lazy I can't get them to make the 12 minute trip out to the lake where they could do, well, summer kinds of things. On the bright side, mornings are quiet, with Sleeping Bear up in my bedroom and the herd down the hall. Well, except for snoring, that is.
It's going to be a long summer.