Sunday, August 15, 2010

Back to school packing.

Many moons ago I bought a really big van. Not quite a 15-passenger, but almost. It has seating for seven and a really huge space in the back for cargo. At the time, I was thinking about groceries for two adults and five kids, and camping trips with all the tents, sleeping bags, cooking stuff, and food. It's been a great van for us, and currently has 250,000 miles on it. It's the Energizer van . . . it keeps on going, and going, and going . . . Now that we're down to two kids at home, we have no need for a van that big, but I just can't bring myself to get rid of it. Twice a year, I remember why.

This is some of Abbie's stuff she's taking back to school with her. She's added significantly to this pile. And then we remembered the refrigerator, and the four concrete blocks that she puts her bed up on, and the two giant foam things she puts on her bed.

When we went to pick her up in May, I backed the van up to her room, opened the back doors, and we literally started throwing things in. When stuff started to slide out, we closed one door, crammed in as much as we could get in there, and slammed it. It took us a week to unload at home. I would have gotten hurt trying to get a picture of it.

So we keep old faithful, the beast, the land-yacht. I wonder if it will last through the last kid's college years.

*updated Sunday afternoon*

Ben, Man-boy, and Abbie left after Sunday school for the drive back to LU. When I stood up to hug Abbie before they left, it hit me like a two-by-four that I was now the only female at home. Including the dog. This has never happened before and I'm not sure how much I like being adrift in a sea of testosterone. I guess time will tell.

Be thankful ~


1 comment:

Mike said...

Oh pish-posh, le Mama...with you on one side, and dad/E/TardDog on the other, they're clearly outnumbered :D

Besides, Pete sits down to pee. He's clearly not a man.