My daughter is now 18, and says she’s not a Munchkin anymore. But, since I only was blessed with the one kiddo, she’s Munchkin forever in my book. She’s really a great kid, for which I’m grateful. I don’t know how I’d have parented a problem child. She’s been a good student (graduated Magna Cum Laude from high school), participated in lots of extra-curricular activities, and has been working for the last year for her gas and spending money. Good kid.
I wasn’t exactly surprised when Munchkin announced she was moving into an apartment for college with a roommate – even though we live in the same town her university is in. She’s an independent cuss, and I was the same way when I was her age. Couldn’t get out of my parents’ house fast enough. I told her I supported her moving out as long as she had the finances covered. Plans ensued, donated furniture started accumulating in my garage. (Though to her credit, Munchkin and Mister cleaned the horrific garage in order to make room for the furniture storage.) Mister and I started planning the re-arranging of the house so that we’d each have our own office space – and each would double as guest rooms as well. I started really liking the idea.
Then as things happen, the budget creep started for the girls. The “all inclusive” apartment ended up not including electricity. They would need high speed internet. Munchkin wants a truck which guzzles more gas. Then the roommate’s parents objected to the apartment complex as it was older and not in the best neighborhood. Munchkin started realizing how many hours she was going to have to work at her multiple part time jobs in order to make rent, and started stressing about it.
Long story short, Munchkin will be with us at least her first semester of college, and likely through her first year. I support her decision because it is the best choice financially, hands down. She’ll have a chance to settle into the college routine, have a better history with her jobs to know what her income is.
But dammit, I wanted my office/craft room!