The Youngest texted me last Thursday that he was sort of grounded by their dorm manager in Philippine Science because, get this, he hasn't changed his bedsheets for 3 months. His reason? He forgot to bring some spare. Hay, boys!!! So I told him I would personally go to their dorm to change his beddings. At first, he didn't like the idea. But after I insisted, he said yes.
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| That's his dorm building at the background |
So there I went to PhiSci. When I saw his room---mama mia, what a mess! And the smell, ha? Papers, shoes, socks, dirty clothes were strewn everywhere. Of course, I couldn't clean the whole room, since he shares it with three of his classmates. So like the good mother that I am pretending to be, I cleaned his drawer, his closet, and yes, changed his bed sheets and pillowcases. In other words, just his corner of the room. That was the best I could do, amid his protests of, "Mom, you don't need to do that!"
Then we went to SM to have lunch together. I could see that he hasn't been eating enough. So eating out was a big treat for him. Sigh, wawa naman my baby...
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| Loalde blouse Promod skirt Parisian wedges |
But I had a sweet two-hour rendezvous with him. He told me a few things about his school life, his classmates, his liking for DOTA. Plus I was able to hug and kiss him again.
For now, that should be enough for his old mother.
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