So Daughter #1 is settled into her dorm room now. She's in the exact same room as last year--but--the dorm has been completely remodeled. She now has wood flooring, brand new furniture, a huge wardrobe (big enough for her to sit in or play Narnia in) and brand new bathrooms. It's sad when your kid's residence hall is nicer than her home.
The day before she left, she spilled nail polish remover on our leather sofa. The reaction you just had after reading that was multipled 1000 times by me at the moment of the spill. No damage control procedure has worked to rectify this catastrophe. I cannot even describe it. Since I've already told you she has moved into her dorm, you can safely assume she is still alive, but barely. The great irony: if she had waited 24 hrs later to do her nails ... she would've been in the dorm.
Son is biding his three days left at home until he is moved into his hall on the same campus. He has apparently decided he is no longer required to do any chores around here. This decision was not arrived at democratically. It's like a silent revolution of the peasants or a labor strike of some kind. He is lucky I'm not "striking" back, if you know what I mean. At this point, I am biding my three days left until he is moved into the residence hall.
Child three is preparing for what is arguably the biggest day of the school year tomorrow: picture day. The outfit decision is still in limbo. I do know that I've been requested to rise earlier tomorrow morning to help do the hair. There are more options on this little school photo form than I had for my senior pictures: blemish removal, name on picture, graduation date on picture, choice of backgrounds, black and white, 21 packages ... good grief.
Finally, if you've been watching the stories of the flooding in the midwest, you may have noticed Findlay, Ohio, in the news a lot. It's a small city of about 45,000 people. We moved there right after we got married because the headquarters of Marathon Oil, my husband's first employer, is there. It made me so sad to see Findlay flooded. I really never wanted to move away from there.
So there you are; we're all caught up. If you have any miracle-producing suggestions for my sofa, please share them with me!
PS: Late last night I couldn't stop myself from calling Daughter 1 just to make sure she's OK because her roommate won't be there until Wednesday, etc. We basically left her with unopened boxes and a bare room. A nice room, but still ... So I called her cell and she was off campus at her friend's apartment eating chicken nuggets. I said, "OK, just wanted to make sure you're OK for the night; by the way, so ... you're driving back to campus, parking your car and walking quite a ways to your dorm ... way after midnight ..." To which she replied, "Mom, it's OK. Anne is here with me, and she's going back to the dorm about the same time as me." I said, "Well, I'd feel so much better if you promised me you'll go back together." She laughed and said, "OK, I will." Then I hung up and thought, "So she was basically going to walk across campus by herself, this petite little co-ed, after midnight. Why didn't she just add that she thought she'd run with scissors across campus alone after midnight???" Ugh! Mothering is HARD!