drivers can drive, um -and argue, and fight for the car

I lost two drivers in one day - to college, People, nothing tragic, thank God.  

Part of me is not sorry about being down a few drivers.  I can only tolerate so many conversations about when ‘not-present’ brother will be back with the car and why can I not be without my car so ‘present brother’ can go do such and such until ‘always late’ brother returns.  

Oh, dear Lord - do not get me started on the ‘dearest brother, why is the car on empty when I just filled it up and you used it last’ heated discussion that permeated the kitchen as often as the smell of workout clothes and musty caddy towels.  While it was a joy at times to have two drivers to tap for errands and Irish dancing pick up or drop offs, the impending headache often caused me to skip the ask and just do it myself.  

I informed Coach earlier this summer that this will be our last summer owning 3 cars.  By next summer we could potentially have 6 drivers (including Coach and I), but first I must share with you the dreaded DMV stories from a few weeks back.  (coming up in a subsequent you-won't-believe-this-one post, brace yourselves).

This is Lad and Ed's room before they left.
 It only looks slightly less cluttered now
 that they are gone.  Not a huge improvement.
  I considered going back in there to take an
 'after they moved out' photo, but opted not to
 ruin my day.  I am in no hurry to
 re-enter the dungeon.  Baby steps.

The two college boys have always shared a room.  Now that room is vacant - unless you count the filth and disorder left behind.  Mislaid, discarded clothes - will they want these when they return, or are these the give-to-Tank-or-Goodwill variety?  Ed likes to drink water in his room, so I can now go claim the kitchen cups he left in his wake.  Lad struggles to keep sheets on his bed, but extra comforters are a must.  There is garbage - literally - scattered everywhere.  Packaging from opening new underwear to used Kleenexes litter the floor.  I stripped beds today and while I know I have to go back in their pit eventually, it will wait until I can no longer waste time basking in the sun on my deck lounge chair.

They may have been disruptive or argumentative or self-involved or messy or lazy at cleaning up or overly social or always hungry, but I will miss them both.  Their personalities are unique and different, and there were often mini brawls and arguments in my kitchen.  Good or bad, the dynamic will be different without them.