The day after Mini's Target debacle I got a message from the dermatologist. We'd missed an appointment. I guess Mini isn't the only blond in the family. I was so bummed.
It was Curly's appointment. I planned to take Mini instead - ask for suggestions for the scar on her leg delivered by the air bag in her car accident. It looks like someone smeared mud in a line down her leg. She's going to do a zoom appointment from her dorm room in a few weeks.
I could NOT believe I'd forgotten. I was doing nothing important, unless you count talking a hysterical 18 year old through a wallet crisis at Target as important.
LAST HURRAHS AND STALLED PACKING:
Mini's packing was NOT going well. I noticed that she was excellent at stacking things in piles, but she wasn't great at moving past that to the next phase: PUTTING THINGS IN BAGS OR BOXES.
A few times in that last week, she would say: MEETING THE BASKETBALL FRIENDS FOR DINNER. OUR LAST HURRAH. Or, GOING TO BREAKFAST WITH MY BESTIES. OUR LAST HURRAH.
I was confused. Hadn't she already had a last hurrah sleep over with the besties?
Well, yes she had. But now one of them was REALLY about to leave. *eyeroll*
I put my foot down. We were leaving on Friday. I made her caddy on Tuesday and Wednesday. She could take Thursday off. She didn't like my plan, but I couldn't watch her sit and move her piles from the dining room floor to the living room couch or other parallel moves any longer. This was not progress, it was simply pile-reconfiguration. I figured if she caddied, she'd have less time and with less time, she was going to have to buckle down and actually complete the packing task.
I KNOW, LET'S GO SHOPPING:
Tuesday evening, I told Mini that I'd join her in her room to help her pack. A moment after I entered her room, I ordered her to move the piles of clothes to my room. *More reconfiguration* I couldn't work in 'that space.' The light wasn't working. It was dark and cluttered, understatement.
I stared in disbelief at the size of the piles of clothes that she planned to bring. EXPLAIN YOURSELF. There was a shirt in the pile that had been tossed out by her older brothers. If a male in our home recognizes that a shirt is no longer worth keeping , then by JOVE - it's TRASH.
Mini: But, it's really soft.
Me: It's not as if you're forced to wear a hair shirt or itchy wool. Your clothes are not scratchy and you don't have sensory issues.
Then, in the ELEVENTH HOUR, she pointed out a hole in her wardrobe: NOT ENOUGH NEUTRALS.
Just before we moved packing headquarters to my room, I overheard her summon Curly. She was trading Curly a pair of her running shorts for a pair of Curly's black shorts.
Huh? I pointed out that the black shorts were Curly's size and didn't fit Mini great. Mini took offense to this, but the girls are 3.5 years apart in age and Curly is a smaller size. Tensions were high.
So Mini owns tons of shorts and tons of shirts, but very few of them are neutrals. The rags match better with her mint, burgundy, and coral shorts. She didn't have enough black or white tops.
|A fraction of it.|
I was blown away, but the evidence was right there on my bedroom floor. I like to shop. That's no secret. I had no idea that her wardrobe was lacking. It seemed she needed a few more things to make it unnecessary to dress in an older brother's garbage t-shirt.
What does a mother do when she doesn't want to face the inevitable and she has guilt about not buying more neutrals (clearly neutrals weren't on sale as frequently)? She orders stuff from Amazon and store pick up items from Von Maur. I found the black shorts of Curly's in Mini's size at Old Navy and shipped those to her dorm.
*It begs the question: Did I have a horrible wardrobe growing up because free shipping wasn't a thing? Or was it simply that my mom was on a budget and she insisted I wear my older, shorter sisters' clothes?
Wednesday evening, 36 hours from drop off, we headed to Von Maur because we had to pick up my order. How's that for handy? It was crunch time. We dragged a pouty Curly along.
Little Ms. High School Freshman has become fixated on friend time and caddying was getting in the way. Not all freshman work, but ours has to. She doesn't caddy daily and she misses lots of caddy opportunities for sports, but if caddying interferes with stuff her friends have scheduled- watch out.
*ASIDE: the next day, Curly caddied early. I raced to pick her up and get her to the pool party that she feared she'd miss. She was barely even late. All was right in the world again.
I left the girls to try some things on while I ran to customer service to grab our order. When I came back, I could hear the girls laughing in their dressing room. It was like music to my ears. I just wanted to stand there and freeze time.
I made a cool whip and cream cheese
pie for Mini's last night. All Curly had
to do was create an ND
out of fruit. I think it's an abstract creation,
but it was tasty apparently. Not a GF crust.
Mini opted to keep a few of the Amazon things. Packing wasn't compete Thursday evening, but I asked her to come with me to return the Amazon rejects to Kohls and to go to Costco. I bought my folks a rotisserie chicken. Mini and I ran it over to them and she said good-bye.
IT STARTED IN THE CAR:
I'm not sure who started. Maybe Mini said, I CAN'T BELEIVE I'M NOT GOING TO BE AT HOME.
Then I chimed in with: IT'S JUST NEVER GOING TO BE THE SAME AGAIN. (I choked up here, obviously) YOU'LL ONLY BE HOME WHILE YOU'RE IN BETWEEN THINGS. LIKE, WAITING FOR THE NEXT YEAR AT COLLEGE. OR WHILE YOU'RE LOOKING FOR A JOB. I'M GOING TO MISS YOU SO MUCH.
Mini whispered: I'LL CALL MORE THAN THE BOYS DO.
We both sobbed. Then I said, WELL IT'S BEEN A GOOD RUN. YOU'RE GOING TO DO AMAZING, I'M SO PROUD OF YOU AND YOUR SELF CONFIDENCE, YOUR KINDNESS, AND YOUR SENSE OF HUMOR. YOU'RE GOING TO DO GREAT THINGS.
Not sure you can tell, but this is a HUGE
duffel bag from Lad's football days. I
tossed this puppy in the car like a boss.
Then we went inside and got down to business loading her incredibly over-the-top wardrobe, now with neutrals, into huge duffel bags. I decided that I didn't want to wait till morning to load the car. I wanted to have a nice relaxing sleep before the big day. *foreshadowing* Lad and Coach figured out how to lower the seats and then went to bed. I loaded the car.
Well, my friends, she's been gone a week and I just sobbed all over again as I wrote this. Wednesday is my 1,000th post. I have something special planned, so a short break from Mini's college drop off - but my next post is chock full of Mini-isms. Get ready to leave a comment in celebration. While you're at it - go ahead and comment today to get warmed up. This teary mom could use a comment, or 30. Do you only buy neutrals? Did you become emotional dropping kids at college? Do you have a disarray-loving family member? Do you have experience with a scar from an air bag?