Updated: Mar 5, 2019
You know the tune, sing it with me…On the twelfth day of Christmas, my college kid gave to me…
Twelve dirty dishes
(in the sink. Every damn day. Who am I kidding, every damn meal, which apparently happens every damn hour)
Eleven pizza dinners
(not a complaint, I would have been fine with more)
Ten loads of laundry
(which he tried to shove in the machine all at the same time)
Nine lights left glaring
(even though I incessantly nag him about this)
Eight missing tumblers
(the good insulated, lifetime warranty ones I love)
Seven sweaty socks
(found under his bed, days after he left)
Six late nights worrying
(which was really all my fault. I said ‘text me before you come home.’ What I meant was text me by midnight so I know you’re still alive)
FIVE BRO-KEN RINGS
(shower curtain rings. I have no idea how in the name of all that is holy this happens)
Four clogged toilets
(it’s an old house and he’s, well, he’s a boy man…who bought 11 pounds of ham)
Three ripped shirts
(shocked there weren’t more)
Two stained rugs
(the brand new ones I bought after Wags the dog’s “great brown out of 2018” incident)
and semester grades with only one C!
(sweet…we’ll take it!)
Still have college kids at home? I feel you.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my boy man with all of my heart and soul. He is one of the greatest joys of my life, and I miss him like crazy when he’s away at school. But at 22, it’s time for ‘away at school’ to be the passing of the baton it was always meant to be. As in here, take it, take it, take it, please, please, PLEASE take the damn baton. It’s time.
When he’s away, it’s just us girls (and Wags) here, so sometimes we have soup for dinner. Or lentil salad. That does not fly with the boy man.
Which he told us after being home for all of 4 minutes:”I feel like you guys don’t even eat when I’m not here.” Followed by “can I use your card to get some groceries?” I said sure and thought he’d get you know, actual groceries.
This is what he bought: smoked ham, honey ham, pepper ham, turkey ham (how is that a thing?), a giant $50 spiral cut ham, pepperoni, hot Italian sausage, ground beef, ground bison, regular bacon, thick sliced bacon, center cut bacon, whole milk and swiss cheese*.
*not a cardiac approved diet. *holy meat sweats.
Somehow he also managed to use my debit card to eat at Chipotle, Five Guys, Chick-fil-A, Mod Pizza, Subway, Jersey Mike’s, Billy Pie (local RVA peeps you HAVE to try this awesome joint), Buffalo Wild Wings, Panda Express and Smoothie King (at least there may have been some fruit involved in that one). It was a winter tastecation. And now that he’s back in school, my debit card needs a serious vacation.