Two weeks left in the final countdown for college applications. This weekend the common application is getting the final polish and one university is going to get two supplemental essays. Ugh. My whole household is weary.

As my son sat at the kitchen table writing away, I looked at the kitchen sink, only to find several dirty bowls, plates and pans. I had just cleaned the kitchen up an hour ago.

“How come every time I do the dishes I come back and it’s like I never did them?!?” I exclaim.

“Every time I write an essay it’s like I never wrote it.” my son retorts.

Boy did he nail it. Just like a favorite pot, I’ll call it diversity, I either scrub it down a lot or a little, depending on the question, I mean food—chicken soup or beef stew. My best talent, I mean frying pan, what will it do for me today–hash browns or pancakes? What do I hope my trusty pan will do for me tomorrow if I cooked at my neighbor’s house—fluffy cheese omelet or one-pan-dinner?   In the interest of time, I’ll pick whatever is the easiest to clean and still answers the question, I mean feeds my family.

When one university application is finished, I mean, one sink is emptied, I am relieved. I can relax and go to sleep satisfied. I wake in the morning, only to find one more 250-word essay, I mean sink with a few dried cereal bowls and sticky hot chocolate mugs. It’s not a lot of work, like diversity, I mean a lasagna pan, but annoying.

Luckily for my son, his pain will end in two more weeks. Mine will continue forever.

 

Another college essay..I mean sink of dirty dishes?!?

Another college essay..I mean sink of dirty dishes?!?

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