Its Been a Minute

 A few days ago, we dropped our youngest off for her Freshman year of college. It was pretty rough, and I guess I'm still processing.

Because of Covid, we weren't allowed much time in her dorm with her, and I think her own anxiety was really high, so we didn't do all of the stuff that was planned.  Plus I was crying before we even got to the point where we were leaving.

The last I saw of her, she was standing in her dorm room, peeking out of the door watching me walk to the stairs. That hurt.

I sat outside the hall, in my mask, crying while I waited for my husband to make his way back around.

While she is mourning being away from home for a far more extended time than she's ever been, she's also not just sitting around.  She's been doing classes here at home for a while, so she's continuing on with that, but I guess she's also making friends around the dorm, which is great. 

None of her good friends are there with her, but she's made some friends in her dorm. I'm really glad and proud of her for that.

Anyway, so after we dropped her off for good, the plan was to hit up Papa Murphy's. We used to spend exorbitant amounts of money on their delicious take and bake pizzas when we lived in the valley, but now the closest one is a few hours away.  Basically, it's an unwritten rule that whenever we go there, we pick some up and then break all available land speed records to get it home before the dough proofs enough to envelope the entire car, because it's so damn hot.

First, though, we went shopping.  We were looking at books and she said she wanted to go back to the dorm. So we took her around to finish the errands we needed to do and dropped her off. 

Then we went back to the book store. We couldn't find what we were looking for, though I'm not 100% sure we were looking at the correct section (it's more like 95% sure, but I had already made conversation with strangers several times, well above my quota, so I wasn't going to ask anyone for anything).  After that it was pizza time. Mind you, we have a bag that keeps food either cold or hot, but I'm a dumb ass and either put it away or gave it away in the last year, and didn't think to look for it until the morning we were leaving.  We went to see if we could get one, not going to the most obvious place in the entire universe were we could have found one, and happens to be right next to the pizza place.

We got the pizzas and came home, making one single stop on the way, to get something cool to drink/eat.  Which ended up being things that have milk in them, so at the end of the night, I hated my life even more. 

Pizza was great, as usual. It got put away for later consumption.

Then, yesterday, I went out with my friends.  I considered eating a slice of the pizza for breakfast, but thought better of it since we were supposed to be outside and I didn't want to have any kind of trouble... like bathroom trouble. 

We never made it to outside.  Instead we filled up a bunch of bags of popcorn for students at their kids school and then went to eat, since we all like food. 

Streets on Main in Snowflake, AZ is AMAZING!! It has a great atmosphere, the staff is friendly and the food was fantastic and HUGE!

Since we were stuff, we had to leave before we all started hibernating in the dining room.  I went to the store thankful I wouldn't be having my stomach to buy two bags of chips so I could eat one on the way home.  I managed to get out without too much trouble. and came home. 

I was so full from lunch at dinner time, I didn't want to eat.  Hell, I didn't even want to cook or look at food.

With most of the kids not home after dinner, I decided I would clean up afterwards.  So I go to do the dishes and I happened to see the gigantic plate someone busted out for the Papa Murphy's, and it's empty...

I was sad.  We don't get this very often and the fact that we bought two large stuffed pizzas, which we cut into 8 slices a piece and I only got two pieces, when I was fully prepared to eat two pieces for lunch (Or breakfast) today, made me mad. 

So mad I freaking cried myself to sleep.  Like a big dummy.  Don't get me wrong... I WAS ROBBED in my own damn house, and BETRAYAL is everywhere.  I'm still pretty mad, but I don't think I'm going to Home Alone trap the house so that they all go off when my son gets home from his overnight job this morning.  I might put some marbles on the stairs, but the dogs would probably eat them and then shoot them out of their asses like machine gun fire. 

Anyway, this is what I'm dealing with.  Wish me luck!