I Take Thee, House, Back into Possession

I just came back from dropping Ms. MiniD off at the airport, and I am giddy with excitement. Please sing after me: She’s going back to college! She’s going back to college!

Now I don’t dislike my daughter, but let’s face it, she’s high maintenance, moody, negative, and a slob. She’s the perfect model for one of the characters in my next book. I won’ t even have to fluff anything up, because the real Ms. MiniD is quite the character and seems to have quite the adventures.

Did we cry at the airport? She didn’t, but I could have when I paid for her checked luggage. $165! And for three bags that weren’t particularly heavy. Airlines are getting rather adept at nickel and diming a person out of their money. You’re lucky if you get free soft drinks these days. I can remember past trips on other carriers where a hot lunch or honest to goodness Subway sandwiches were served. Alcoholic beverages were actually worthwhile. Now they cost as much as the ones in the airport bar. Me, I’d rather sit in the airport bar and get tanked in comfort, rather than drink a $6 glass of wine on a crowded plane.

I’ve yet to go back to the house, because I’m supposed to be working all weekend. (Don’t worry, Little Cat, I’m not visiting the dreaded monster time-sucking Facebook.) I’ll have to clean out the bedroom she was using, and that should take a couple of days. Thank goodness it wasn’t her old bedroom, because Mr. D has that room completed gutted for his long-term painting and wood moulding project. No, we put Ms. MiniD in the microscopic bedroom slash sewing room, where her mess could be contained.

I’m not looking forward to cleaning her bathroom, but I am looking forward to soaking in the bubble tub.

In the meantime, I’m trying to steer Ms. MiniD toward a path of staying on the Left Coast for summer break. That’s because I will likely kill her if she comes back here. You don’t know how close I came in the last week. I love Ms. MiniD dearly, but I told her if she decides to come back, we would be laying down some ground rules first. Like, one, you can’t sleep until 1 p.m. every day. And two, you have to load the dishwasher and clean up the kitchen after you make two boxes of Kraft macaroni and cheese.

It’s funny, but I don’t feel like a bad mom for taking my house back. I feel like a conquering warrior. I feel like Cortez, the explorer. I feel like the peace and quiet and lack of drama will be curiously Utopian.

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10 Responses

  1. Of course you’re not a bad mom for reclaiming your house. You’ve done your time. 🙂

  2. They call that 18 years to life… 🙂

  3. I can’t wait to see how much cleaner my house is when my son goes to college.

    The scary part is that he’s thinking of going to the college in town. I may never be rid of him.

  4. I am the one who messes up my tidy wife’s house. As I retire in a week, the pressure is on: clean up if you I want to live.

  5. LOL Thought I was the only mom in the world who loved her empty nest!

  6. Pande,

    It’s like they say about grandchildren. Glad to see them come, glad to see them go.

    Dr. B

  7. Cortez eh? You know, he wasn’t above killing some folks to get what he wanted.
    heh.

  8. Hey, I’m a Conquistador in my own mind… 🙂

  9. I think you should sport the full conquistador armour next time she comes home

  10. I wish I had Susie here for even 1/2 as long as you had Ms MiniD. Susie was only here from 3 am on the 24th til 2 pm on the 25th. Much too short!

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