Was it multiple, tearful calls to Housing Authority? Threats to organize weekend shuttles to Athens from Georgia’s real party school in Valdosta, securing a repeat honor as 2012 Princeton Review’s #1 Party School in America?
Not proud of the Helicopter Mom flash, but I know when to be fiery.
No one said it was easy. I’m just glad they’re in a real dorm - smack in the middle of campus where freshmen belong.
Time for dorm shopping!
Shopping with Preacher & Party Child?
Piece of cake; they didn’t go.
We (King & myself) went to Target & Ikea, bought stuff; stored; unloaded into dorm rooms.
Color scheme of their comforters?
Party Child: “That’s STUPID! Who cares?”
Preacher Child: “Bah! Towels match the blanket and the rug!”
(Note: Preacher still uses them and has theories about spirituality & personal organization. Yes, Virginia: Time wins!)
College shopping with Flower Child?
Not so much. It was a time warp back to…
Preacher Child gets married soon; met us at the mall for a tux fitting.
They argued in early years. He & Flower Child are best of friends now.
I warned, via text: baby sis - in a mood.
I cornered him at Old Navy, discreetly asked: “Seriously, is it her, or me?”
This seems innocent enough. However, I'm learning otherwise.
Women over the age of 40 shouldn't ask such questions, ever.
Ages 13-39? Blame perfectly, socially acceptable PMS.
After 40?
It’s “The Change”, regardless of which organs are still in your body.
I need hope. Is there another universal cause of behavior after “The Change”?
Are we finally wise and happy all the time, as God intended? Anyone?
I consulted Preacher: "Seriously, is it HER or me?"
“Oh, Mom, it’s probably a little of both.”
Ugh – I asked for that.
Not proud of the Helicopter Mom flash, but I know when to be fiery.
No one said it was easy. I’m just glad they’re in a real dorm - smack in the middle of campus where freshmen belong.
Time for dorm shopping!
Shopping with Preacher & Party Child?
Piece of cake; they didn’t go.
We (King & myself) went to Target & Ikea, bought stuff; stored; unloaded into dorm rooms.
Color scheme of their comforters?
Party Child: “That’s STUPID! Who cares?”
Preacher Child: “Bah! Towels match the blanket and the rug!”
(Note: Preacher still uses them and has theories about spirituality & personal organization. Yes, Virginia: Time wins!)
College shopping with Flower Child?
Not so much. It was a time warp back to…
- 6th grade and outgrowing Limited Too/Justice. (Thank you, God, for Rue 21 & Papaya)
- Jeans shopping after Limited Too era. (King took her shopping; I love him forever.)
- Bra shopping (Painful at any age, no?)
- Intermediate Bathing suit shopping: Find 1-piece for church/drama camp; fabric & style appealing to a 13-yr old, pain!
- Advanced Bathing suit shopping: Your baby fills that bikini better than you’ve dreamed of in years. Revelation: She’s blooming and you’re wiser, yet fading a bit on the outside. PAIN!
- 8th grade dance semi-formal dress shopping.
Preacher Child gets married soon; met us at the mall for a tux fitting.
They argued in early years. He & Flower Child are best of friends now.
I warned, via text: baby sis - in a mood.
I cornered him at Old Navy, discreetly asked: “Seriously, is it her, or me?”
This seems innocent enough. However, I'm learning otherwise.
Women over the age of 40 shouldn't ask such questions, ever.
Ages 13-39? Blame perfectly, socially acceptable PMS.
After 40?
It’s “The Change”, regardless of which organs are still in your body.
I need hope. Is there another universal cause of behavior after “The Change”?
Are we finally wise and happy all the time, as God intended? Anyone?
I consulted Preacher: "Seriously, is it HER or me?"
“Oh, Mom, it’s probably a little of both.”
Ugh – I asked for that.
