Lucy sleeps.
Wes is attending a stake priesthood meeting.
I find myself with a moment to reflect back on a busy week and a beautiful Sunday.
Yesterday we witnessed the mass exodus of our young neighbors to their various summer destinations. Check-out week is an intense time for our Residence Life staff. This is my fourth year of spending weeks in late April telling students that it will take them roughly 5 hours to pack their belongings (have you ever seen a freshman girl's dorm room?) and 5 hours to clean their apartments (have you ever seen an any-age single male's apartment - one that's occupied not only by himself but his three busy, carefree buddies?). Pardon the stereotypes, there is a multitude of female students who do not require a full sized U-hall to relocate their belongings and there are a good number of very, very tidy males. Suffice it to say, however, that in spite of our warnings and pleadings, end-of-contract-Saturday always entails hours of prodding and packing and tracking down students who have totally not thought through the process of moving out of an apartment. On time. (This year's "you've got to be kidding me" award goes to a resident I chatted with at 10:15pm the night before check-outs whose apartment was a total disaster and who, when I reminded her of her contractual agreement to be moved out by 10am the next day, said madly: No one is validating me! Everyone else has like boyfriends and roommates to help them pack! I have to do it all by myself!
These people frustrate to me to no end...until I think about all of the times I mentally whine about, for example, my piles of laundry, thinking "I have to walk clear to the central building to do my laundry! Everyone else has like washing machines in their own houses!"
Dang. I better shy away from any further, incriminating evidence of my imperfection and conclude that: check-outs are a mess! And this year we like didn't even have Amy and Ryan to whisk us away to the Nicklecade after it was all over! :)
We did have family in town, however, and I wholeheartedly enjoyed 'validating' my frustrated sorrows in a cup of orange sherbet while Lucy played so happily with her cousins.
And now it's so quiet!
And it's a new term.
And Wes and I watched Harry Potter on our laptop in bed last night.
And it was about 80 degrees today.
Does life get better than this????!
7 comments:
Oh Lori. I look forward to every new installment of the Truman story. I love it! (I remember us all trying to clean 183 into the wee hours of the morning.) The pictures are adorable too!
Lori- you are such a good writer! I love reading your posts! You can for sure put our blog on your link list.. Do you care if I put yours on mine? I love that picture of Wes and Lucy! We definatley should get together sometime! We are moving to st. George for the summer, but we will be up in provo around the 17 of may for state baseball. We should all get together then!
Jeanine - oh, how I remember that night! Didn't we go to Macey's at like six in the morning?
I love hearing about you and your boys...keep those posts coming!
Abby - Let's for sure swap sites! And a gathering around May 17 sounds fantastic! What are you guys up to in St. George? How fun!
Oh we are so sad that we were not there to wisk you away to the nickelcade! we will have to make up for it this fall after you deal with "check ins" and we will have to introduce Jill to the joys of the racing game. we are making plans to bring her up and give her a full tour soon...that will be so fun. She is living in Gates Hall (heritage). This is ironic because I have a humorous aversion to "gates hall girls." Remind me to tell you sometime. I agree with abby-I love that picture. As Ryan would say- you guys are the picture of a perfect Mormon commercial :) Love you guys
Amy! I can't wait for you guys to bring Jill up here! And we can't wait for Seattle! Yea!
I just spent some time reading the article you e-mailed...that was fabulous! Thanks for sharing! Great food for thought! We love you guys!
Lori--you make me laugh! You're far more patient with those silly co-eds than I would have been, I'm sure. Hope you get a little rest after the insanity of check-outs.
"No one is validating me!" Oh, Lori, we need to write a book. Let's not to forget to include the golf ball putted through the window or the running the oven self-clean cycle with all the plastic nobs and a mop head inside! Thanks to Blaine my couch smells like vomit right now, but at least my apartment doesn't smell like burned plastic from a mophead cooking incident.
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