Moving The Kid Home . . .

I’ll date myself by admitting I have a college-aged kido. I don’t know how she got that old . . . or how I got this old—Yippes, I really need to figure out time travel or at least how to pay for plastic surgery. The start of the school year was grueling, and for those who lived the turbulent first weeks with me, THANKS for helping me keep my sanity or, at least, finding it when it went missing. It’s impossible to believe an entire school year has passed and suddenly, it’s time to move the kid home again. On move-out day, we girded ourselves with gas in the tank (way too expensive gas, but […]