Now that I’ve got one daughter graduated from college and another graduating in May, you’d think that would pretty much be it. Right?
Nope. They will both be home with me for the summer. All summer. Am I happy? Oh, yes. I love having them home. At least for the first day or so.
After that, things can get, well, how do we loving parents who adore our grown children put this? Stressful.
They both have already stated they don’t want the other one bothering them.
“I can’t live with her,” my youngest said.
“She is always mean to me,” my oldest said.
Now if this sounds familiar to you, I’m guessing it’s because your children are, like, 12.
Mine are in their 20s. One is heading off to law school and the other is heading... I’m not sure where. She is supposed to tell me all that when she gets home.
I’m also not sure if they are getting this, but coming home after college is a little different than when they were in school. Although our home will resemble one, this is no longer the dormitory.
We are more like the sorority house. But I’m not the house mother. I’m not cleaning up after you and you are going to have to help.
I’m the party reporter. So I hate to tell you this, but you are going to have to go to parties with me. Lots of them. And no complaining.
Speaking of going out, I’m hoping you’ve gotten most of that out of your system. You’d think four years in New Orleans would cure anybody of that desire. But, then, I’m from there and look what happened to me. I now go out for a living.
The girls constantly ask me what there is to do in Lafayette. They were born and raised here, so you’d think they well know what there is to do. I have one idea, it’s called work. That will occupy lots of your time.
I also know I’m going to have a refrigerator full of lettuce and something called kale. I’m not sure why they are hooked on this stuff, but they are. My only rule about that is, if you buy it (or more precisely, if I buy it) you’ve got to eat it. I’m not cleaning it out if it goes bad.
Even though I don't cover hard news much anymore, they also like to ask me about "newsy" stuff like politics and what not. I guess just to see what I’ll say.
I sometimes get questions like, “Are you right wing or left wing?”
I tell them, “I’m human. I don’t have wings. Except the ones for which you are the wind beneath.”
Seriously. I can’t wait until my lovey ladies get home. Yes, there will be an adjustment period, and I’m praying I survive that.
If not, they’ll be moving out quicker than you can say "sorority house."