We took Our Baby, the Runner to college this weekend. She doesn’t get to move into the dorms until next weekend, but Cross Country practice starts early.
I would like to say that we spent the time during the 3-hour drive laughing and talking and otherwise seizing the moment for some quality time alone with our 19-year old. But that would be a lie.
That’s because she spent the entire time sprawled across the back seat sound asleep. Now I would like to say that reminded me of when she was a baby, and we put her in the car seat and she slept during trips. But that would be a lie.
Yes, we had kids who rarely fell asleep as soon as they were tucked into their car seats. They used to sit in the backseats and chatter away until our ears hurt.
Yesterday, the silence was deafening. We’re never happy.
We did spend some time over the Summer talking to her about college life and expectations. One of our worries with this one is her tendency to not get enough sleep.
You see, she leads a vampire lifestyle. Sleeps all day, stays up all night. Yeah, kind of like when she was a baby.
We actually had a high school teacher ask us about her sleep habits because, yes, she fell asleep in his class. A proud parenting moment for us for sure. For the record, she did get an A in the class, and it was honors geometry. She likes to remind us of this fact when we use it as an example.
So, we have (ever so gently) been suggesting to her that she work on her sleep / wake habits. But, like babies, you can’t force kids to eat, sleep, or poop on demand. The more you try, the more they resist.
One of the side effects of taking your kids to college is that, eventually, they start to appreciate the benefits of home. With this, we have experience.
For Our Baby, the Runner, I think she will appreciate home for the Internet access and a clean bed and food in the refrigerator and being able to go to sleep when you want.
Our Baby, the Runner texted us last night. At 9:30 p.m. You see, where she is living this week, she will have no Internet access. And she is sleeping on a
really, dirty, disgusting, skanky, old couch. And there was some really, old, moldy, smelly food in the kitchen. And (wait for it) it was “lights out” at 9:30 p.m.
Yes, she is staying in a house, off campus, with a bunch of upper classmen who are also runners. And they insisted on “lights out” at 9:30 p.m.
Let me repeat that. 9:30 p.m.
What’s that sound? That’s me laughing. But only on the inside. Mostly.
Guess we were worrying for nothing. She may just be happy to see us next weekend when we bring up her things to help her move into the dorm.
We may also find time to talk to her about that tattoo she got over the Summer, and that her dad noticed as we were walking out the door to leave.