Today is the day we move D back into the dorm for another year at college.
Don’t you feel OLD? He’s a junior this year! (I know. Crazy.)
Last year’s drop off was surprisingly short: less than 45 minutes. Jim and I acted like we were mildly offended (but really weren’t) when D asked us to refrain from helping him set his room up; he just wanted drop-off service. We were shocked at how quickly we were back home.
This year? We’re going for the record. Jim and I both have things to do when we get home and so we figured maybe we’d be able to shave ten minutes off of last year’s time.
That is, until D said, “Oh! I want to show you the new Caf!” (that’s short for cafeteria, which was renovated over the summer: he checked it out on Saturday when he brought a load of stuff to campus.)
Naturally I’m excited to see the cafeteria. I love that his school is making great improvements (even though I thought everything was fabulous before) in the quality of student life.
Is it weird that I tried to mentally calculate what else we could cut from the drop-off process to compensate for the cafeteria tour?
Don’t answer that.
Note: Lest you think I am a cold, mean, mom for not wanting to squeeze out more time with him before leaving, it’s not at all like we won’t see him for an indefinite amount of time: he’s coming back home this Saturday to see his visiting grandparents.
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That seems the natural progression of things. Next year, you’ll probably just drop him off at the curb.
Quite possibly. What I know for sure is that THAT DAY will be here before I know it.
So, I guess you wouldn’t pull the ol’ “My Car Broke Down” routine like some people, eh?
Um, no. (sorry)
Just tell him to tuck and roll, slow down a little bit, and push him out of the car next year. I mean, he WILL be a senior then.
That’s the plan! (kidding.) (sort of.)
It got easier for us too. By senior year it was pretty much dropping her at the curb. Then… she went to grad school, several states away and it got harder again.
You’ve done a great job raising D to be a confident, independent young man.
Haha, next year you will probably send him off by himself 🙂
Did you at least get lunch to go from the new Caf?