It’s November.  No one ever accused me of being timely.   When our nest started emptying in August I knew I wanted to post about the process of each child departing.  So yeah, I already wrote about DustMeister leaving and about Magoo leaving. 

Let’s see, I think there was one more…

Don’t tell me.  It will come to me. 

Oh YES – who’s the MAN – I remember!!  Bud.  The first born.  He’s quiet, you know.  I can’t be expected to IMMEDIATELY remember everyone I’ve given birth to, can I?

So, Bud, was the next to go. 

Singing Sally and I made the trip to SIUE to drop off AUBS! and the Bud-man.  He’s a Senior so he’s got the moving into college routine down, right.

We found his apartment, unloaded his stuff, and offered to help him unpack and cozy up his place a bit.  He gladly took us up on the offer.  I don’t think I was 30 seconds into unpacking when I inquired “Bud, you did bring bedding, right?”

Bud:  “Oops”

Me:  “Sheets… blankets… anything?”

Bud:  “Not so much”

Me:  “What other essentials have you forgotten?”

Bud:  “I have my laptop, my X-box, my phone, and all associated power cords.  So see, I have forgotten no other essentials.”

Me:  “I have a headache.”

Sally and I gussied up his room as much as possible with one poster and a thumbtack.

We meticulously organized his kitchen, placing his PLATE in one cupboard, and his BOWL in another, and the GLASS in a third.  I hope he was able to find everything.

Aren’t guys awesome in their minimalism?  Girls (MAGOO and AUBS!), take note.

Here’s a quick picture I snapped of his apartment:

Look at how laid back he is.  Bud was moving into an apartment with two strangers from a foreign land, and was as relaxed as could be.  And, yes, literally a foreign land.  His roommates are from Istanbul (not Constantinople — sing it with me!). 

I definitely miss having this big lug around — taking walks, Rock Band, forcing him to play Mario Kart with me, cooking his favorite foods, and using him as my personal slave when I needed a little muscle on one of my many projects.  Really, the kid needs to learn how to complain from time to time.  If he doesn’t his mother people will continue to take advantage of his generosity and gentle spirit. 

Oh my gosh, Bud is a Senior!  He just signed up for his last semester of college courses and is on track to graduate in four years with a degree in geekery.  Smart choice Bud, us geeks rule the world, you know. 

We miss him, and we are EXTRAORDINARILY proud of who he is and what he is doing.

Now, Bud, come home.  I cannot go another day without blasting your first place Mario Kart behind with a blue shell.

Love,

Mom

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