Domestic Doings: The Good and the Bad as Summer Comes to a Close
It’s hard to believe that summer is already nearing the end.
School supply lists are now available in the local stores, the dog days are here, and we find ourselves trying to really appreciate each remaining day before Logan heads off to college for the first time.
Here are the “goods” and “bads” of the tail end of the summer for us.
Prepping for Freshman Year at College – Heavy sigh
We took out a second mortgage on the house, and then Logan and I went to Bed Bath and Beyond to purchase every size of towel, allowable dorm room appliance, and bedding cover known to mankind, all in a sweet and happy battleship gray, don’t you know.
Then Spence and I went to Target together: he to buy a Lego set, and I to purchase an entire laundry basket full of toiletries, desk supplies, and sundries for Logan to use at college.
Where in the world is the boy going to fit all of this stuff in that tiny room? I have visions of him and his roommate having to build a shelving unit outside of their 4th floor window where they’ll stow the 64 oz. bottles of shampoo and conditioner, the 5 lb. carton of Tide washer tabs, and the $67 in quarters I’ll be sending with him for dirty laundry that he will never ever clean.
As with most outings these days, Loge wasn’t interested in going along, so I asked him for brands or scents or other specifics he desired before I left.
“Anything is fine,” was his oh-so-helpful answer as he continued to stare at the entrancing screen of his iPhone.
So I bought him lots of Dove soap with coconut moisturizing cream in pretty pink boxes, Skintimate strawberry tangerine shaving cream, Batman underwear, and the cute little rubber-handled scissors with the rounded safety tips for his desk.
I’m sure my selections will be just “fine”.
Camp Granada Update
Spence had the nerve to leave me for an entire week of worry as he happily scampered off to sleep-away camp.
My baby is back, and so is my smile!
He survived his week in the wild and only somewhat resembles Mowgli, the man-cub. His design for a bedside shelf in woodworking was so appreciated by the staffers that it made its way into the instruction manual, which made him feel fantastic. I’m so happy for my boy! That type of recognition means the world to him. What’s more, he was admitted into a top-secret camper’s knighthood society (along with half the other campers) on the last night beside a roaring bonfire: a tale he relayed to us with an almost mystical look in his eyes. How cool would that be if you were a kid?
When we picked him up he was smiling, talkative, and happy, and was actually looking us in the eye instead of down at a screen.
A week without technology looks really good on him!
Say Hello to More Technology
We were instructed by Spencer’s middle school to schedule an appointment to pick up and learn about the iPad Spence will be using constantly throughout his 7th grade year.
Well, there goes the eye contact.
Hopefully, with the advent of said new technology, he’ll have less to tote in his backpack, allowing it to go from 30 lbs. of miscellaneous junk he’s carrying around on his back to a mere 25.
Squeezing Out Every Last Minute of Our Time Together
Logan’s friends will soon be dropping like flies: each off to their new collegiate experience of choice.
Also, tensions are running high around here. I think it’s true what they say about kids and/or parents purposefully creating arguments to help justify the eventual separation.
Logan’s school, Northwestern, has a really late start. Despite the fact that he’s going to school a week and a half early for band camp, he still doesn’t leave until August 29th. As such, we’re trying to cram in as many memorable family outings as possible. You’d think the boy was never coming back. (Come to think of it, that actually could be a possibility. I don’t want to think about it.)
The other day, we decided to drive up to Lake Geneva, with my mom in tow, to rent a boat and sail the seas. She had a ball bouncing around on the choppy water. Can you see where I get my “safety first” gene from?
This action below totally flew in the face of my safety gene. Good thing I was there to point out every boat that came within a nautical mile of us. I learned, too, that my faux passenger side break foot actually is very helpful on boats as well as in cars.
There are some magnificent mansions perched on the shore. This one below is aptly named Stone Manor, and apparently has been converted into a number of condominium units, like this one.
And, in case you were feeling sorry for the residents who only have the lake to swim in . . .
. . . you can sleep better tonight knowing that they have an additional swimming option on the roof.
A Blasted Summer Cold
During the course of the last three days, I’ve come down with the stuffiest of summer colds. My head feels like there’s a fully-stocked aquarium sloshing around inside. It’s glorious outside, 80º and no humidity, and all I can seem to do is nap and drag my behind and my box of Puffs Plus from point A to point B around the house. I answered the phone the other morning and said hello with my cold-riddled, froggy voice, and my friend thought I was my husband. Overall, I’m feeling rather sorry for myself.
If you can’t smell, you can’t taste, and if you can’t taste, why eat?
This is indeed the silver lining inside my cloudy head!