What Do I have to say today?
Hmm… my posting has been slacking off lately, mostly because I haven’t been able to answer the question: what do I have to say today? By the time I think about it, I’m already doing something else.
The Boy went back to school yesterday. I did not supervise his packing. I woke him up; asked if he was packed and ready to go; he said yes. We brought his stuff downstairs and out into his car. (Which, by the way, had less than a quarter of a tank of gas. “Sure, we can get up to school without getting gas. Maybe even get home.” This from the kid who ran out of gas in the school driveway.) We went clothes shopping – he wanted some slacks and dress shirts for some presentations he is planning on this semester. The Boy is definitely NOT a clotheshorse. He did manage to find two pairs of pants and we grabbed a dress shirt/tie combo pack, plus new dress shoes. And that’s it – he was ready to go and get out of that store. I pity the girl who tries to get him to shop.
We make our way to The School without incident. And by that I mean, we listened to his music and sped up the highway. One particular song he must have picked to make me laugh, which of course it did. These two rappers were rapping about how much they loved their mom, how special she was, how she took care of them, on and on and on with the praising of mom. Every once in awhile, “mom” would interrupt the song with a mom-like question: “where’s the remote?” or “never mind, I found it.” Each time they were interrupted, they complained and swore at their mom. She kept coming back more and more often; the song of “mom praise” would stop and be filled with the rappers’ ire at mom for interrupting. I couldn’t help but laugh – that was a mom doing what moms do best: aggravate their kids.
But, as mentioned earlier, I did not aggravate my son by micro-managing his packing. I asked if he had it all and he said yes. When we got to The School, he got out of the car and said,” Damn. I forgot my pillows, blankets, and sheets.” Oooookkkkkaaaaayyyyyy. Yup, mom should have micro-managed just a little bit here.
We got his stuff into his room and I left without incident. That means I didn’t cry when I left him, in case you were wondering. All the way back home (after I stopped for gas, that is) I was figuring out when I’d be going back up to give him the stuff he forgot. Then I remembered MY parents often went up to The School to watch basketball games. I stopped at their house and helped my mom with a Word document issue she was having. (It’s always good to be kind before you ask for a favor!) She casually mentions they are going up to The School tonight to watch a game. Awesome! So, they agreed to bring The Boy his stuff. When I call him to tell him, he was so happy. Because he also forgot his gym shorts, sweats, the white dress shirt he already has, and his wireless keyboard and mouse thingie (yes, that’s a technical term).
He now has his stuff and starts classes today. But not too early, of course – his first class today starts at 12:30. Nice, huh?