I move in on Wednesday and have less than two days to have the apartment ready for Boy11 when he comes out for fall break. This is exactly the scenario I didn’t want to be in, so of course, it’s where I am.
I realize that eleven year-old boys don’t really care, and he will be happy as long as he has a computer and wifi. But I also know he will walk away with a general overall feeling about his trip here. And I’d like it to not be a mass chaos, total confusion, unsettled, too-different-to-cope-with mess.
I will at least have his bedroom and bathroom all set for him, along with as much kitchen unpacked as possible. I want my place to feel comfortable and cheery and warm and inviting so he will enjoy his stay with me and have vague happy memories about his time in California.
I don’t want to spend his week break running errands and putting my apartment together, despite urging on the part of my clearly clueless family. Oh sure, he’d much rather go to Ikea for the afternoon than Knott’s Berry Farm. Who wouldn’t? Seriously?
I am already planning and making lists and organizing my week. It really feels great to have something to do!