I'm typing this on my way to drop Mini off for her sophomore year at Notre Dame. Don't worry. Coach is driving the minivan, so I'm using my hotspot in the passenger seat. I'm a good multitasker, but not THAT good.
|Pic I sent Coach. Me eating|
breakfast on our patio. The lake was
just beyond the pool. Delightful.
Mini, Curly, and I snuck away for an overnight in Lake Geneva, Wisconsin on Thursday. It was a last minute thing. I don't think I've ever done anything so last minute that was so called for and that worked out so well. We balanced our 24 hours perfectly: pool, hot tub, laughter, shopping, chatting, and ice cream. On the drive home, Curly asked me about how Coach proposed and I shared the whole funny story with them.
Last Friday, I drove Tank to Creighton in Omaha. It's a 6.5 hour drive. I stayed in an Airbnb that was a little tricky to find. There was NO address on the building. The description alerted me to the fact that the building (not the unit) was under construction. Still, would it be so hard to spray paint the number on plywood and lean it against the building? The building was not the same color as the description either. The apartment I stayed in was brand new and very comfortable. The full length mirror at the end of the hallway kept scaring me. Every time I rounded a corner my reflection scared the be-Jesus out of me.
|My scary reflection.|
Shortly after we unpacked his stuff, I was racing off to meet a friend from college for dinner. As college students, we didn't hang out much. Her older sister and my sister, Ann, were college roomies though, so she is more like a family friend. Sadly, her sister died of breast cancer almost 10 years ago now. Heart breaking.
I texted FF, family friend, to let her know that I'd be in town when I drove Tank to school. She was available. We had a lovely time. She pointed out that as a divorced mom of two teen girls, she doesn't get invited to many social events. She asked about my daycare, explaining that she sometimes thinks of doing something similar, because the corporate world annoys her at times.
|Anyone else travel with a sippy cup full of |
milk when bunking at an Airbnb in order
to make oatmeal in the morning without
the typical hotel breakfast
buffet? I didn't think so.
What is even happening? I was like OH, WELL, I SOMETIMES FEEL BAD THAT I'VE NEVER HAD A CAREER IN THE CORPORATE WORLD. She made me feel better about my choices and vice versa - I think. I pointed out that just because we are a married couple, ready and willing to meet other couples out for dinner or a drink, we rarely have plans. Switching the kids' school years ago, having more kids than most of our peers, enjoying attending all of their sports, and having crappy neighbors has all interfered with our social life, by my estimation.
It felt very:
THIS MIGHT LOOK IDEAL, BUT SOMETIMES MY SITUATION ISN'T ANYTHING TO ENVY.
Anyway ANYWAY, I was in a hurry to race off and meet her for our dinner, but Tank now needed drawers. I'd agreed to take him to breakfast before I left town the next morning, but I was afraid that purchasing drawers in the morning would delay my departure. I never know how I'm gonna sleep and I hated the thought of driving tired in the late afternoon for 6.5 hours solo.
|I didn't see the dresser|
in his room, but he
sent me this pic and
it does fit perfectly.
Walking out of his house, I pulled up Facebook marketplace on my phone and searched for dressers in Omaha. I showed a few to Tank, he shrugged. "Looks fine." I messaged someone and they said YEP, AVAILABLE. I asked if I could grab it after 9 pm following my dinner. YEP.
Sometimes I don't make the best choices. Driving to a questionable area after 9 pm solo ranks pretty high in my list of WHAT WERE YOU THINING moments. I showed up at the address in the cover of darkness. I got the goods. I delivered it the next morning.
In the light of day, did Tank and I discover mouse droppings inside the dresser? Yes, we did. Should I probably have haggled a bit in the price or spent a bit more time looking at the options? Or bought it in broad daylight? Well, yes. Tank's buddies have been living in the house all summer. I noticed a few mouse traps. I'm fairly certain that mice will be making occasional visits to his residence. Eek.
I insisted that he get antibacterial wipes and clean the furniture out before he haul it up the stairs from his yard, which is where we parked it. Seven girls, who are good friends with Tank's group of friends, are renting the house directly next door. These girls coughed up some antibacterial wipes before I'd even left to drive home.
|Tank's red house. Front yard has a slope. |
My son's feet went out from under him.
Was he keeping his fans
entertained? Most likely.
Tank fell down a steep hill in his yard in the wee hours Friday night and broke his ribs. People. Don't get me started. Was alcohol involved in his fall? Well, when you know you know, or when you can deduce you can deduce. Ugh.
I intended to share a story of Mini's bed sheets with you, but that will have to wait. Any guesses?