…because my family is three for three now, and it is really getting to be annoying.
“The most poetical thing in the world is not being sick.” GK Chesterton
The Husband and I were excited to attend Family Week and spend time with The Girl. It had been six weeks since we dropped her off at the university where she has chosen to spend the majority of her time (and our money, ouch!) for the next four years. The Boy came along, too, excited to see college life in full swing and eager to tell all who ask how much he doesn’t miss his sister, best friend, and general partner in crime. Liar.
Can we once, just once, set foot on this college campus without major illness?
First visit, norovirus hit our family- insulting as we weren’t even cooped up on a cruise. If I’m going to have The Cruise Ship Bug, can’t I at least get it on a luxury trip? Next visit was move-in day, and an anxiety attack hit one of us in a bad way. Now, six weeks later, we are visiting and The Girl is not recovering from a nasty cold as she thought but instead is cultivating a nice case of bronchitis. Family Weekend became Urgent Care Trip Weekend and Pharmacy Fun Day.
Who better than your mamma to spend the weekend with when you are away from home and quite ill?
And, it was awfully nice of her to share her creeping crud with her father.
“How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon. December is here before it’s June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?” Dr. Seuss
We have attended every one of both of our children’s Parent’s Nights offered by their schools. From preschool, to parochial K-8th; from splitting our time between two schools; all the way through the 12th grade.
Except for tonight.
Tonight, three of us are hanging out in a hotel, waiting to move The Girl into her dorm room. I’d rather be home with both of my kids jumping on my bed and fighting for room as we tuck in and argue which cartoons to watch before bed. Would it be Phineas and Ferb? Bugs Bunny? Don’t tell me they’ve grown up enough to watch The Simpsons, I don’t want to hear that.
Time to move on and move in!
“The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.” Eleanor Roosevelt
“It is always sad when someone leaves home, unless they are simply going around the corner and will return in a few minutes with ice-cream sandwiches.” Lemony Snicket, Horseradish
Tonight The Husband and I took The Girl out to get dinner at one of her favorite restaurants. She is leaving this week for college and is she filling up on In-N-Out? The best Mexican food this side of the border? Nope. She wanted to sit at Nakamura-san’s counter at Akai Hana, one of the best restaurants for sushi in the San Diego area.
Her farewell dinner = my win!
Tonight’s new-to-me masterpiece was salmon roe. Previously familiar to me only as bait that I once used to fish in our local lakes with my father, our Sushi Chef caught this fish on an Alaskan trip and prepared the roe with mirin (a sweet cooking wine) and other ingredients that he said way too fast for me to understand…
The flavors were so fresh and light, I could hardly believe how delicious the tender roe could be.
It was a great meal spent with wonderful people… just the three of us. “My sense of humor is packing up and leaving,” I joke about her inevitable departure. On to bigger and better things for her!