Well, we did or should I say he did it, we survived week one at college. I think it was easier for him than us. Still miss my nightly Hola Familia when he used to come home… but I guess I will used to it. This is his new home for this year its actually pretty nice as far as dorm room’s go. Although he texted me a list of things he needs that I forgot… And, I really thought I had done so well when it came to packing him up to head up there. The planning packing list the schools give you is really basic compared to what they really need.
My niece went to tour Ole Miss last week, she is looking at attending there next year a girl that she played soccer with is there this year. Lets just say her and her dorm mates’ mom’s went all out on their dorm room. I mean it looks like came out of a magazine. I hate to say it but I really had an epic fail when it came to dorm decorating. But hey, I will have it together next year. Yep,that’s right this momma is fixing to get busy since I will get to do a his and hers so to speak. Here is pic of the Ole Miss Dorm.
Looks pretty good for cinderblock walls don’t you think… I had all kinds of Ideas pop in my head since I actually go to see some dorms furnished and finished so to speak. But what I found is that there isn’t a whole out there for guys rooms. I guess they think guys are just happy with a few changes of clothes and a woobie ( that’s a blanket) I guess I will have make a few trips up there and adjust a little on his dorm. And plan a whole lot better next year.
Oh and Reid the dog she is still real sad that he is gone I mean she has barely ate this week she lays around looking like this and stays right up under my feet and has traded my son’s bed for my daughters. She is going to be so excited next week when he comes home.
Yesterday, was probably one of the hardest days of my life, not going to say the hardest but it is a top 10 ranking.
I took my oldest to college… I know, I know tons of moms have done this and survived but this is my baby that I’m turning loose on the world. Sorry world. I thought I was doing pretty good, didn’t cry, I didn’t get sad, was really upbeat about it but when it came time for that final hug I got that feeling you know one where you can’t swallow, can’t see, let alone think about saying something witty to make it a little easier all I could do was smile and hold my emotions. I didn’t want him to see me upset because I knew it would upset him. Figured I had 3hours to cry on the way back home, which I did for at least 15-20 minutes. Then it was time to turn my frown upside down for my youngest. Tried to think of all the exciting things he was going to get to do, the experiences he will get to have. Along with not trying to text him, call him, you know mother him I’ve had to hide my phone from myself a time or two. I just hope he gets out and meet people, he is really a shy guy. I just don’t want him to hold up in his dorm room and classes. I want him to have experiences. That is what life is really about experiences. But it is definetly quiet, I actually got up at 1 a.m. to see if he made it home ( that was his curfew) and he wasn’t in his room and it hit me again. I guess I will have to survive on our daily texts and snap chats yes, he made me promise to send him daily pictures of his dog. His roommate seems nice, although he is a football player , no offense football players they are just a little rowdier than what long distance running guys are. But we will survive, and get through it and I’m counting down the days only 10 before I can see him again. Hurry up Labor Day!