Tommy: “Mom, can you get by the co-op this week?” Me: “Umm, why? Do you need something?” Tommy: “Yeah, my dorm room gets really stinky, so I want some horse feed to leave out in a bowl to make the room smell good. Not the cheap feed though. The good stuff that smells so fresh.” […]
Thursday night, Tommy called to say that he wanted to stay at school instead of coming home. Fine. Then, he asked me to bring him clean clothes. Not fine. I explained that ALL of his pants and underwear were already in his dorm room. Without a moment’s hesitation he asked me to drive up the […]
I have been having recurring dreams lately. In one of them, I am moving Tommy into his dorm in my jammies. In the dream, I am aware that I need to get dressed, I just don’t seem able to do so. Don’t you hate it when your dreams are so obvious you can’t ignore them?