Call me a child of the 80s subjected to one too many Sweet Valley High books or some other Made for TV Special, but as a kid, I always wanted to be part of a sorority. When I arrived on my college campus, I made a beeline to the Student Life building to learn about Greek Life.
I rushed second semester and never looked back. Sisterhood made my college experience complete. It satisfied a need for a sister, tenfold. (I love my younger brother dearly, but I missed out on a lot of girl talk as a teen). By the time I graduated, I lived three semesters in my sorority house, which turned out to be a perfect crash course for motherhood.
Lessons from Sorority Living
- Somebody’s always trying to get in your bed. It’s a slumber party/bedsharing party every night.
- There’s never any water in the Britta.
- A half-naked person is always shouting at you.
- Entertainment always seems to involve singing and clapping, with a side of arts and crafts. Oh the glitter.
- The sink is always full of dirty dishes.
- You have to schedule your shower and laundry time.
- When you finally make it to the bathroom, inevitably someone is banging on the door to get in.
- You spend a fortune on groceries, yet the fridge is always empty.
- You never get to be alone.
- Toddlers are really mini drunk adults.
- The chore board was really command center 1.0.
As crowded, loud, and unpredictable as living in my sorority house was, I’d go back in a heartbeat…and this time, I’d be ready, with my baby wipes.