It’s the most wonderful time of the year for moms like moi: back-to-school. This year brought an added bonus for this parental funding source: I just sent my son off for his first year of college. My credit cards and I are still recuperating from the big buying (think the third grade supply list on steroids), pack-up, and moving spree. Take a look at some recent getting-ready-for-college datebook entries and you’ll see why:
I field frantic cell phone calls from fellow "boy moms" about how their sons won’t buy or pack anything and e-mails from "girl moms" about how their daughters won’t stop buying and packing everything.
My scholar-to-be goes to a beach party.
I do some field research at a late afternoon showing of “Accepted” – a funnier-then-expected-and-even-a-touch-touching flick about a kid who starts his own fake college after getting rejecting from every school he applied to.
My future freshman and friends catch a midnight screening of that superb example of cinematic genius, "Snakes on a Plane.”
I run out for last minute gotta-have-‘em supplies: duct tape (our post-9/11 in-home lifetime emergency supply has gone AWOL), poster sticky stuff, and a tool kit, plus Extra Strength Advil for me and band-aids for my oh-so-handy husband.
My soon-to-be-student buys one item: a thig-a-ma-jig that will let him listen to his iPod in the car that he is not bringing with him to college.
So...you get the picture. Off for now: gotta go figure out how to listen to my iPod in the car; expect I’ll be as successful with this gizmo as I’ve been with my hands-free cell phone attachment (i.e. not very).