The lil’wrekker has decided it’s time to remove from the family home.
Her and the PPB Hamza have rented a couple housing apartment at his Uni.
He’s 2 years in his grad studies, she’s just starting.
Ma(me) not handling it well.
It’s just not fair I have to go thru empty nesting twice. Dang, Covid! How many more ways can you ruin my life??
I have enjoyed her so much and PPB: Hamza has been a great addition to our crazy bunch. I really do like him.
I think somewhere I was hoping the lockdown would never end.
I know she has to grow up and begin her life away from me.
I have kept from calling her today. It’s been hard.
When each of my kids left for college, I made the same offer: Live here and become a warped Tennessee Williams character. Neither of them took me up to it. Hmph. Ingrates. Isn’t a stunted, warped life better than living far away from your ever-lovin’ mama?
You raised the Li’l Wrekker right. Her leaving is your graduation. Congrats!
So I got me an idea for ya: why keep so separate from her?
Just drive yerself over to her campus apartment, and move in with 'em.
And be sure that when ya show up on their doorstep, you bring lots of familiar stuff from your house, so everybody will feel at home, all nice and comfy-like.
I’d recommend that you walk up to her front door holding Clarence the possum, and your usual rifle that you carry when you walk the dogs,
The neighbors on campus will welcome ya, fer sure.
When The Son decided after high school graduation that he needed to hop out of the nest, he nearly died of fright trying to tell me and Mr VOW that he was moving out.
Dead silence.
I looked at Mr VOW.
Mr VOW looked back at me.
I turned to The Son and said, “We were just wondering when you were going to do this.”
The Son’s eyeballs bugged out of his head. He certainly wasn’t expecting THAT response!
Mom checked out the apartment, talked to the landlord, and met some of the other parents. (Four people were moving in together)
The Son drove me to Sam’s Club, where I proceeded to buy out half the store. Mr VOW met us at the new apartment and we kissed the kid goodbye and wished him good luck. One of his roomies saw all the Necessities of Life in the back of The Son’s truck, and he gave me a bone-crushing hug.
I think it lasted about six months. The kids didn’t kill each other, and they all got a taste of being grown ups.
@Beckdawrek , Sweetie, take lil’ wrekker to Sam’s Club and shop for the stuff you know they’ll need. God bless Hamza, you know the kid knows how to clean, so buy up the Comet, the Magic Erasers, paper towels, gallon jugs of Sam’s brand Windex, and a truckload of disinfecting wipes.
