Having your child go off to college can be a bit of an adjustment. Daniel’s been gone a full 2 months now, and we’re finally settling into a routine that doesn’t involve him walking in the front door at random intervals.
Today I took the step of clearing off his desk and starting to set up his bedroom to serve as a home office. It’s not quite there yet, but it will be before long. Eventually, my wife and I will both have small laptop desks and office chairs there so that when either of us is working from home we can do so without disturbances from the fur kids.
We get a call from our son a couple of times a week, since both of our IQs went up 100 points the minute he left home. It’s nice to feel needed. I try to send him a quick note once every week or so to let him know I’m thinking about him. I’ve not been above sending him a dad joke just so he knows I’m still doing okay.
We probably eat out more than we should, especially now that there are only two mouths to feed on a regular basis. Culinary options not being that varied in the small town where I live, we’ve had to get creative about cooking so that we wouldn’t have leftovers up the proverbial.
Leftovers are not a problem, unless they sit in the refrigerator long enough to the point that they get their own address and are able to register to vote. This was more of a problem when I was a bachelor and was prone to ordering takeout.
As I wrote in a poem at the time:
The fridge is quite empty if it’s food that you seek
Except for cold pizza from dinner last week
Or maybe a bucket of moldy Chinese
And a gallon of milk slowly turning to cheese
We are trying to use the slow cooker more these days as it allows me to toss ingredients into the pot in the morning, start it, and come home to something that resembles food rather than a bagged salad or a frozen entree. My wife being laid up has improved my culinary skills from their previous buy it, boil it or bake it level of competency. I’ve added nuking and frying to the mix.
I’m sure I’ll get stuck with more domestic duties once my wife is up and around, now that she knows that I’m capable of more than PB&J sandwiches (She still likes to have the crusts removed and the sandwich cut in half.
I better let you get back to work, I have to run to the store for chili fixin’s and cornbread.