I'm a little tired. We moved the Punkinhead back home yesterday. After a year on her own. She's more upset about it than we are, but I can't say that we're thrilled either. Realistically, though, over one third of her peers are living at their parents' homes as deadbeats, so I feel pretty fortunate that 1.) this is definitely finite (She's moving out at the end of the summer.) and 2.) Punkinhead is gainfully employed.
And we've all crashed at our parents' place for a few months in our lives, right?