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Loading up the mule train

May 16, 2010

On Thursday Mr. Sparky and I loaded empty suitcases, the bike rack, a few tools, a few Rubbermaid bins, and the Big Mac car topper into the back of the van and headed west to Baton Rouge.  It was time to bring the oldest Sparkette home for the summer, not that she’s planning to spend much of the summer at home.   Nevertheless, she needed to be packed up and moved out of the dorm.

Her roommate had already left, so that meant that I didn’t have to guess whose stuff was whose. It also meant that all the cleaning fell on us, but it wasn’t bad and it was worth it for the trade-off of not having to dance around another person trying to pack out.

The Sparkette was busy studying for her last final, which was scheduled for Friday afternoon.  Her move-out inspection was scheduled for 1:40pm that same day.  We figured to leave town as soon as she was finished with that last final.  And that’s what we did.  The final took her all of 20 minutes, which doesn’t seem like much torment for our tuition buck, but maybe that is because of her scholarship.  Maybe there is reduced torment if the university is footing some of the bill?  But I’m getting ahead of myself.

Sparkette studied in an air-conditioned coffee shop while her parents packed.  And hauled.  And loaded.  And cleaned.  And sweated in the miserable Louisiana humidity.  And pondered the life of a college student.

I picked up no fewer than 2 dozen bobby pins off the floor.

“What exactly did you do to get all those bobby pins on the floor?  Did you spill a container or something?”

“Well…I have them in my hair and then I lose them and I don’t know where they go.”

“Have you ever tried looking DOWN?”

And then there is the spare change factor.  How can a poor college student have so much money lying around in the form of coins on the floor?  Does this child even know she has a floor?  She could really benefit from checking it out now and again.  It would be like a trip to Walmart and the ATM, all at once.  Money and new stuff, or stuff that’s been lost so long it seems new.

We got it all done.  And Sparkette passed all her exams and is now a junior.  And now we’re home again.  But I have to say that after four kids and all that comes with that territory, nothing has ever made me feel as much like a parent as moving my kid out of the dorm.  I don’t know why that is, but it’s true.

4 Comments leave one →
  1. Hope permalink
    May 16, 2010 11:46 pm

    Truly, you are a gift from God.

  2. May 17, 2010 1:25 am

    Yay!! Hope is home with 12 bobby pins and lots of spare change :))))) … and two tired parents!! Hip-hip-horrayyyyyy!!

    Hopie, you’d better come see us! :P

  3. May 19, 2010 1:57 pm

    And I bet you got to the “dorm phase” of her life a lot quicker than you ever could have imagined. {sigh}

    • May 19, 2010 3:29 pm

      You have no idea…although you’re about to when Taylor leaves for college in two weeks.

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