The hamper is overflowing, the cupboards are bare, and pieces of Reese’s Peanut Butter cereal dot a trail between the kitchen and the nearest TV. Yes, my Freshperson is back under our roof on Winter Break – a misnomer if there ever was one. A more accurate name would be Winter Month, because for most colleges, “break” runs from mid-December to mid-January, a perfect example of the old educational inverse proportion ratio: the more tuition you pay, the less time your scholar attends classes.
Yes, it’s nice to have him home. But now that he sleeps in ‘til 3:00 PM, I long for the afternoons I couldn’t get him down to nap; these days, we can’t get him up and moving until the sun goes down. Yes, yes, I know he’s recharging his batteries, and worn out from the all-nighters and stress of the end of the semester. He worked (and okay, partied) hard and we are proud of him. But, still.
Today a little past noon he stuck his head out of his lair to complain that the noise from workmen in the garage below was “keeping him up.” Couldn’t they come at a more convenient time (i.e. when he wasn’t sleeping)?
Well, I’ll be certain to make a note of that. The next time something needs fixing during one of his breaks, I’ll schedule the work for midnight to 3:00 AM. That way no one’s precious sleep will be disturbed but mine.