I spent the better part of the week my son was away at camp worrying about him and wondering what he was up to. I even went so far as to dream about when he's back home, waxing nostalgic about how our family would be whole again. And, for the most part, it is.
It took all of 2 days for things to go downhill. Back to the normal, "I hate you" (directed towards his sister) and all the other hysterics that occur with a 10 year old in the house. 2 days!!
While I'm still so very glad he's home and back with us, I do wish the effect had lasted a bit longer. *sigh*
On the bright side, school starts in 2 days. :-)