While Mario had my complete attention on my first day off, the boys had my complete attention the second day. And almost every day thereafter….
On Saturday, Chip and Amp packed up the van and their car with everything they’ll need for dorm life. And although we had all gone shopping the week prior, we needed to stop by W@lmart on the way for the usual forgotten, or not thought about, items.
Fully prepared (ha!), we arrived on campus ready to unload. The boys signed for the keys, took pics for their IDs, registered the car, and then the fun began. I should note, that when they arrived, the organizer stated, “The brothers are here!” Proof this school won’t be too overwhelming for them. It’s a small tech school, where they should receive plenty of attention. Like it or not.
Notice the strategically placed laundry basket in front of Amp. Chip’s not quite as photophobic.
I’m sure he’s cussing me under his breath.
When you can’t take close-up photos, you take many. That’ll teach ’em.
You can’t tell from the pics, but the boys look very much alike. More than once, people asked if they were twins. Amp didn’t try to hide his dismay. “Great. It’s starting already.” Not sure what upsets him about it. Chip’s a pretty good looking guy. But he’s funny about some things.
The first thing we did was arrange the furniture in their tiny room so that they felt they had some privacy. Then we left them to unpack while we attended the parents’ meeting.
There we were informed they were going to take our children and turn them into upstanding, responsible, contributing adults. Hubby yelled out, “Good luck with that!”
But I have a good feeling they will. And I have high hopes that this will be a school Amp can feel comfortable in. He still has to wear a uniform, but he’s allowed to keep his beard, so long as he keeps it trimmed.
We left that afternoon with surprisingly heavy hearts. We were so anxious for this day. Happy to get Chip out of the basement and Amp out of his room. And while I could go days not speaking to them when they were living at home, now, I can’t go even a few minutes without thinking of them or wanting to call. It’s been 5 days, and I already want to go visit them!
They’re only an hour away. In fact, only minutes from my hotel. I may just be there more often than they would like.
No. I can’t. I shouldn’t.