College spring break is wrapping up in our household. It was great having all the boys around all week. Mornings have been quiet, because college-age humans are comatose until at least noon. While they were sleeping, I caught up on writing laundry—it was the only time the washer and dryer were free. Once they awoke, I got glimpses of them eating, doing laundry or leaving with friends. We have enjoyed a few meals together. We’ve caught up on plans for next semester. They’ve drained us of cash, gas in the cars and food. By the end of the weekend, all will be back to nearly empty nest normal—our youngest will get all the attention and the milk will last all week.

It would have been nice if the boys could have found some time to come out to see their mom in her community theater debut. Unfortunately, their spring break activities were overbooked with catching up on sleep, gaming and hanging out with friends they won’t see again until summer. Of course, seeing their mom pretending to be a middle-age New Yorker circa 1970 married to a man going through a crisis might be a little much for my boys to take.

Our youngest did come to a performance and reportedly gagged twice upon seeing my character kiss her husband. Considering my stage hubby is a family friend, the whole experience might very well be a bit awkward for our boys to watch. After hearing reviews from their little brother, I’m sure the older two are much more comfortable heading to a real movie and watching exploding bodies and scantily clad, buxom women for a couple of hours.

Micki Bare, mother of three, wife, daughter & writer is the author of Thurston T. Turtle children's books.  
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