On August 25 I took my oldest off to college in PA. I shed no tears, to tell you the truth. I left campus before the matriculation ceremony because frankly, he did not want me there. So rather than shedding tears, I felt relief. I arrived home and felt the tension of the past months fading away, until I walked into his room and found the ruin he'd left behind for me to deal with before he comes home for his first visit. I did not hear from him for the first few days....and then, like a storm cloud, the whining began from afar. My roommates...blah, blah, blah,
my classes....blah, blah, blah....my lost wallet....blah, blah, blah! NO FUN!....blah, blah, blah. And I know it is not home and hearth he longs for but his gang of friends. So, I've discovered that I have become hard hearted and can ignore the long distance whining and feel no guilt. I do dread what the cellular bill is going to look like though.