College is messy work for mothers. We never get the "fun first day of class, stacks of new notebooks and 60# books" stuff.
We get dirty laundry and moving from one apartment to another.
I told you the kid came home for a couple days. He and the posse are breaking up. One boy graduated (though he is still living on campus at the moment), one boy moved home (I would too -- mom and dad have a nice home and his only sister is away at school), and the kid is moving into a place of his own. He is officially headed into his fifth year (can you believe we've been doing this for four years?) and the home stretch. He has had repeat problems getting into major classes and now the university is switching to semesters, making the issue ten times worse.
But for his last year, he found a studio apartment (or I did) and we're moving him today. Yesterday we shopped for new bedding and bathroom gear. This morning we are headed to campus to move all the boxes and mattress from one apartment, we have to clean that apartment (you have no idea) and then we have to get him settled at the new place.
Faith is staying with grandma for the day because she was rather weak from older brother abuse yesterday (the oldest doles it out to another and it goes down the line eventually landing with the youngest -- every action has an equal an opposite reaction).
Say a prayer for me. There is only so much pithy college boy I can handle.