I survived my first week and am starting to get in a little groove now. It helps that my husband surprised me with an "Empty Nest Trip" after my son got his first college acceptance letter so with the trip rapidly approaching, I have been busy with planning, researching and organizing. This has prevented me from feeling sorry for myself. I mean, poor pitiful me - I have to go on a trip for the next 5 weeks to Europe. Waa-waa-waa.
Two days after we dropped our son at college, we had to take our daughter to the airport to head off for her senior year. For a moment I was thinking that in just 9 months she will graduate and be back home with us (!) but I believe she will be a career student with plans for law school next year. {Sigh}.
After leaving the airport, neither my husband or myself were ready to go home to an empty house so we took a little detour to Barnes & Noble for some reading material . . .
All of this should keep me busy for the next 10 days!! As I was sitting on the floor of the book store, I was pouring over the books and starting to feel a little excited. Oh my gosh, am I allowed to feel that way yet??? Hey there must be something to this empty nest stuff.
But back at home, I wandered through the empty house and could not believe how quiet it was! Like picking at a scab, I had to walk through both of my kids' bedrooms and pause for a few tears and a lot of memories. Oooh, don't think I will be doing that again for a while. There were no wet towels and clothes to pick up off my son's floor and no makeup scattered all over my daughter's vanity. I thought of all the times I yelled, "clean your room" but now they are clean and I don't much care for it that way.
Down in the laundry room there were only a few scattered pieces to wash instead of the mountains of dirty clothes that usually reside on the floor in there. Yep, neat and tidy and NOTHING to do. I decided to dig into those travel books, but glanced at the sink as I walked by . . .
Pretty pathetic, huh? Who would have thought I would be longing for a sink full of dishes. I can't tell you how many times my husband and I checked our cell phones for missed calls and text messages, but there just weren't any. SNAP OUT OF IT! We have GOT to get a GRIP! And just as I started to worry about not hearing from the kids, I got this picture in a text message from my son:
I had to smile . . . he had found his way to Publix, got the necessities - a half gallon of milk and a box of fried chicken and I realized he was going to be just fine!!!