A riddle
What’s worse than Hurricane Katrina, an earthquake in Pakistan, war in Iraq, and malaria?
That’s right, it’s . . . your kid coming home for the holidays!
Clothes on the floor! Arguments! A chaos so momentous and newsworthy that it deserves to be front-and-center on nytimes.com. 8:49 PM PST must be a pretty quiet time in the world.
December 22nd, 2005 at 10:31 am
My first year at college, I came home at winter break to discover that my room was now the “cat room.” Complete with cat food, water, and a litter box, cats were shut in my former bedroom after it was dark and spent the night there.
Believing I could cope, I went to bed as usual. The cats, dismayed, spent the night racing around the room, clawing at my luggage, and kneading on my head. Finally I relented and went to sleep in my parent’s room (my dad works the night shift).
From an extra long twin to sharing a queen with my mom… home wasn’t what it used to be.