I am officially an empty-nester. My son moved out last week and I have the house all to myself for the first time in many, many years. Please don’t think bad of me, I love my children and they know the door is always open and they can back at any time. But for a while at least I will be able to do whatever I want without having to think about any one else first.
I can watch whatever I want, no more Top Gear or Riddiculousness. I’m amused by them, sure, but not hours on end.
I can listen to whatever music I want without comments from the peanut gallery, and I can dance around the house flailing my arms like an idiot without someone going “please mom, stop!”
I can eat whenever and whatever I want….maybe that means I’ll finally lose this weight I’ve been wanting off forever.
My house will never be immaculate because I just don’t place that much importance on housekeeping. As long as the basics are done and the trash is taken out and dishes done I’m happy. But at least now I won’t have stray socks lying all over the living room. Afghans and pillows will stay on the sofa and not on the floor.
For now at least I am a happy camper. Talk to me in a couple of weeks when the novelty wears off.
A Little of This and a Little of That 