My babies are coming! Tomorrow, we drive up to New Haven to fetch Maria plus 3 tons of dirty laundry, and then Elizabeth will drive home after class on Wednesday.
Thanksgiving break is well-known as a crisis time, especially for families with freshmen coming home for the first time. Counseling centers often run programs for students to prepare them for conflicts when the folks at home don’t like the new hairdo or the new religion (or lack thereof) or the new politics or the new career plan. Newspapers run stories about parents coping with their returning freshmen wanting to keep dormitory-style hours and engage in dormitory-style behavior. More traumatic, of course, are the families who are dealing with genuine and serious heartbreak, like parents’ divorce or student failure.
To be honest, Ben and I made the adjustment to being empty nesters pretty easily. We read more, eat when we want, and there’s never any drama. The only commitment on my schedule at home is to watch Stewart and Colbert every evening.
All that will go out the window next week. When I come down in the morning, the sink will be filled with dirty dishes. There will be empty Diet Coke cans on every surface. Sweaty gym clothes will be found lying on the bathroom floor in front of the shower. My favorite chair will be off limits, to me.
I can’t wait.