Yes, yes, I promised to get back to the big college move-in. Alright, think rainstorm, no elevators, two flights of concrete stairs, and a co-parent of the male persuasion who was in charge of setting up the fancy iPod docking station/alarm clock and the new printer but FORGOT HIS READING GLASSES, and you get the general idea. While our Freshperson set up his computer and internet connection, I made up his bed, after which the third party in our hard-working trio promptly took a nap on it.
Actually, the whole thing was all really fine and smoother-than-expected. Indeed, all the unpacking and settling in was easier and took less time than it did for the student’s parents to find their only-five-minutes-away hotel afterwards (a special shout-out here to the urban planners who thought that not marking scores of one-way streets would be a fun introduction to the charming old historical district of their fair city). NOTE: Yes, we had a map but one of us doesn’t do maps and the other one STILL did not have his reading glasses.
So after the inevitable testy verbal sparring match during which someone refused to ask for directions, it came to me. I shoulda packed up my husband, too. Learn from my mistake: reading glasses might be the most useful item in the dad's toolbox.