Well, Greg has officially gone back to school this week. We had decided he should quit attending class and just study from home so that we could have some time together as a couple, so he wouldn't be out of the house from 7:30am-10:30pm, so Palmer would be able to see his dad more than just on the weekends, etc. We originally wanted him to change his major to a shorter program, but we were told we would owe back all of the grant money we have so far received either way. So we decided to bring him home now.
Early this week his academic advisor finally figured it out that he could transfer to the shorter program and as long as he graduated we wouldn't have to pay back the grants. This came as bittersweet news to both of us. Yes, it is the best possible situation as we won't own money we don't have and he won't have to continue being away from the family for years to come. Yet, I can not help being sad. Now that I've experienced what it would be like to have him home more, I hate seeing him gone again. Looks like I'll be the semi-single mom a little while longer.