And so, the wheel turns. My eldest has moved to college. Although my Lovely Wife (LW) tells me we have to keep her room intact because she will still come home, I remember that I never lived at home after I left for college. I am somewhat sad about that, but we’ve been prepping for this and hoping she would take flight someday. It’s just hard to watch the baby condor drop off the ledge knowing the perilous plunge that awaits.
I’m taking it pretty well, actually. LW, not so much. Everything in the house seems to remind her that one of her babies has left the nest. Tears, oh there have been tears. I don’t understand tears, nor do I deal with them very well. I remind LW that she’s always got me… forever… Somehow, that doesn’t seem to help.
After moving our collegian, we had to take our little patient in for treatment where she and mom stayed a few days. While they were gone, I happened into the pantry and realized LW must not have been there since baby condor left. If food packaging could form a face, every piece of junk food in there conspired to draw our missing daughter – even to me and I’m oblivious to the most obvious of things.
This was bad! I couldn’t let LW see this, she would cry for days. It all had to go, but the cheapskate in me said I also couldn’t throw out all of the food. Only one option remained. A 24 hour binge of Munchos and Dr. Pepper.
Have you ever read the nutrition label on those things? DON’T! You can gain 3 pounds just from holding the bag too long. They don’t list things by proportion, otherwise the label would read something like this:
How they bond the ingredients I will never know. Anyway, I polished off the first bag for breakfast and washed it down with three Dr. Peppers. I checked the remaining inventory and was disheartened to discover that LW must have decided to stock up to try to lure the girl to forsake college and stay with us. Either that or she suspected a Y2k15 disaster and wanted to be prepared. Our pantry was like a saferoom.
This is where having many offspring should pay off! I enlisted the help of the remaining children. When I explained the dilemma, I got more “Oh, Dad” eye rolls than the average game of nine-ball. One took a Dr. Pepper before she left, so I was down to hoarder’s surplus minus one. Alone, I dug in for the day.
In the late evening, I was sure a trip the emergency room was in order. The pantry was reverting back to a faceless state, and my stomach was screaming something in Idahoan. I was sweating a substance that looked like maple syrup, which can’t be good. I put in a call to Poison Control where a kind gentleman told me there was no known toxicity in the combination, but urged me to go to the hospital if I felt light-headed. That’s the last thing I remember before passing out amongst the crumbs of the last bag.
When I came to, it was time to go and pick up LW and the youngest. I used the shower squeegee to remove the syrup-sweat and when I arrived, they were ready to go. The trip home was uneventful, I successfully hid the tick and slurred speech caused by sugar intake. While I was unloading the car, LW stopped me.
“Where are the snacks for the party?”
I shrugged my shoulders and grunted. I didn’t ask ‘what party’, I’m sure I’d been told.
“The pantry was full of them.”
“I dunno,” I replied without making eye contact.
“Well, we need more for the party Saturday. Can you go to the store?”
They say never go to the store hungry. I went full! And I bought $57 worth of Dr. Pepper and Munchos, feeling bloated and quite resentful. Even after all the sweets, this was a bitter pill to swallow.
16 thoughts on “She Doesn’t Live Here Anymore”
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From start to finish!! The whole train carriage is wondering why I am laughing uncontrollably!!! Thank you!!!
Beware the freshman 15! I cried when my baby went away to college but today they have a tendency to come back home…at least for awhile.
I think I gained the freshman 15 on my binge!
Brilliant! I love your blogs, Mark.
Thanks Donna. You getting better?
Yes, back to work October 1st. Ready to go dancing….
I’m glad I know you now, Mark. One day I hope many more will know your delightful humor.
Thanks Mike. That’s very kind. Please pass the Tums.
This was so funny, Mark. 😀. I will remember this when I look in the pantry. Have a great day!!!
Just don’t spend the whole day there… Thanks Levi.
No worries about that. Lol.
i think you are just a very empathetic person and you were trying to gain a ‘sympathy freshman 15’ to show your support ) very funny post, mark –
Only at my age, it blogs arteries too…
I can replicate your tummy feelings ~ as in the time my sister and I (teenagers) made my Mom a birthday cake and decided we never had enough icing. We made it blue, no less, and two boxes of powdered sugar and snacked the whole time we iced the cake and made decorations! Still don’t want to see blue icing ever again. I was sooooo sick! Think pepto was the beverage of choice for days.