This has been the busiest, most hectic, chaotic, stressful summer on record for us. Now these busy days and weeks have dissolved with one downsizing swoop. We went from having six kids at home to just four.
I dropped Eddie off for his freshman year of college yesterday - complete with a 4 hour drive there and a four hour drive home. All this driving took place in one day on less than 6 hours of sleep. Not my favorite way to drive. We were at a 50th b-day party the night before and I wonder if I ate something that had pesky gluten in it. I didn't feel great.
Ed and I left the house at 7:30 am. I warned Ed that if I heard Lad and Coach get up and leave for the airport before 4 am for Lad to catch his 5:55 am flight back to New York for school, then we might have to bolt at the same time. Once I am awake I have to start driving before major drowsiness sets in. I woke up at 5:35 am - happily had not heard the earlier college departure (I said my good-byes the night before). I showered, gathered lunch and snacks, and then dragged Ed out of bed.
|I drank the 3rd coke bottle which also had |
a college logo on the label.
One of these may or
may not be where Ed ended
up going to school.
Curly was supposed to accompany Ed and I. She was excited to see Ed's room and help him move in. I had sold the move-in idea to her, because she would end up being alone all day if she didn't come with us. Coach was assisting in teaching a class thing (WHY DID HE OFFER HIS SERVICES ON THIS DAY?) and Mini is in Ireland (more on that later) and then Tank and Reg would be caddying. At the last minute a friend invited her to attend an extra Irish dancing class, hang at friend's house, plus a sleepover. Sleepovers always win with 11 year old girls - besides I reminded her that as fun as it was to see Ed's room, it would still add up to 8 hours in the car round trip. Sleepover it was.
We woke her to say good-bye. It was not pretty. She leaned out of her bunk bed as Ed whispered, 'Don't get out - we want you to go back to sleep, just give me a hug.' And hug she did. She would not let go. My own eyes welled up watching her little chin quiver as she cried and clung to him in the longest sibling hug in our family's history.
There were move-in frustrations. Why oh why did they instruct us to move our cars to the stadium lot after we unloaded? It was 92 degrees out and I chose to walk back to his dorm about 3 miles because I saw no shuttles or people waiting for shuttles or signs that said 'shuttle here.' A third of the way to his dorm, I turned and walked back to my car. 'Screw this. I will find a closer place to park.' I had no intention of being there all damn day. We had no dinner plans and elaborate redecorating schemes. I drove back in my sweat soaked clothes and parked in an academic lot across the street. What college move-in day would be complete without a painful trip to Target with 5,000 other people? A trip that I later decided was unnecessary. Sigh.
Our good-bye was awkward because his roomie was saying good-bye to his folks on the other side of the room. I dreaded this moment. I hugged Ed, got choked up, and ran like lightening out the door. His roomie called after me, 'Bye Mrs. Shenanigan!'