At Least Dinner Doesn’t Keep Me Up


I woke up last night/this morning around 12:30 a.m. I was in a cold sweat about things I haven’t taught my son.

Does he know how to balance a checkbook?

Does he know his ATM PIN?

Does he know how to use an ATM?

Yes, the husband groaned as I punched him awake. So I moved on to more mundane worries.

He’ll need a bag to carry his laundry to the laundry room … not just a laundry basket. Where can I get that?

He needs plastic drinking cups. And bottled water. And rain boots (we still haven’t bought rain boots). Maybe some bookends. (Do dorm bookshelves have bookends?) Definitely spiral notebooks. Probably one for each class, so we should get those before he leaves …

… at which point the husband punched me and told me to please, please, please go back to sleep.

Yes, I know I need…

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