The Parental Units Come to Campus

Recently came back from that rite-of-passage known as Funding Sources Weekend (sorry, that would be Parents Visiting Weekend in higher ed-speak) for our college Freshperson.

We did all the usual things – fed my son and his roommate a meal whose components were actually recognizable (i.e. not from the college cafeteria), schlepped stuff he needed from home to his dorm room, schlepped other stuff he didn’t need back home, slipped him some cash, and even rooted for his school at a football game that was coincidentally played against my own alma mater (hey, his team won, too).

The only thing I didn’t get to do? What my friend Elise did for her son (when she told me about this, I admit experiencing a pang of jealousy): spend four hours cleaning up his room. My offspring pretty much barred me from spending any quality time in his closet-sized pied-a-terre, but my quick glimpse from the hallway did reveal that his roommate’s bed was made and you-know-who’s was not.

Come to think of it, maybe his preventing me from doing the maternal cleaning thing was a smooth move. Guess he's learning lots at college after all.

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