All
of the toilet seats are in their down and locked positions, dance equipment has
replaced the pool table in the basement and feminine care products now litter our
home.
Jake
has gone off to college and I am a trapped in a house full of women.
Gone…but forgotten
Gone…but forgotten
Seeing
him off was a miserable day. But
everyone handles change differently…
Peyton,
squeezing back the tears and hugging him tightly wailed, "I am going to miss
you! We will visit often!"
Avery,
sobbing uncontrollably cried, "I will send you care packages every
week. I promise!"
Jesse,
skipping merrily in circles… "Who gets your Xbox?? How about your
room? Can I have your room?"
Three
months later - there have been exactly zero inquiries about flying to Michigan
to see Jake. Cookies were baked… and then consumed (at home).
But the
room has been a source of controversy. The
closet is suddenly full of ladies garments and handbags – which I am pretty
sure aren’t his. Blush, lip stuff and eye
gunk are scattered across the bathroom counter (which I’m also pretty sure aren’t
his) and the police have checked in twice responding to unconfirmed reports of
squatting activity in the bedroom. No
one has come forth to claim responsibility but an entire community of stuffed
animals has now inhabited the place.
I am guessing
that Jake may notice some changes when he returns…