This weekend has been a bit weird for me because I have been a bit disconnected from my children. Yes, I know, one of them doesn't live with me, anyway. Still, I'm used to having the other one around to keep me on my toes. This weekend, she went to a Christian conference and didn't have her phone. They take them away from the kids at the beginning of the weekend. So it's been a zero-silence time from K. Meanwhile, M was away in South Carolina for another Christian conference. I did hear from her, thankfully and it was great. But I saw neither of them, and heard from only one. This just doesn't seem right.
It gave a sense of what life might be like in a couple of years. I am not ready for this. This is an understatement. Let me say it again. I am not ready for this.
So I had time to do some projects around the house, and a project for a friend, and made dinner for my guy, did some shopping, spent time with some friends while watching the Alabama-LSU game, and yes, I've had some down time. So what? We think when we have kids that lifeissobusybusybusy and things will eventually calm down. But what we don't realize is that the busybusybusy IS life. The time when you are raising your children is really something that is annoying, inconvenient, painful, and wonderful, happy, and lovelovelove if you let it be that way. I am not sure that I always did that. And maybe I wasn't mature enough - I was pretty young; but I suspect we all sometimes just get annoyed when there are five places to go in one night due to extracurriculars and there aren't enough drivers to go around. Or when your child poops in the bathtub. Or when they have homework that you can't really help with. Or when they tell you that they have a major project due the next day and they haven't started yet. Or when they want to play Candyland or Tag or Bubbles or EasyBake and you're just ready to plop down on the couch after a long day.
Now, my challenge over the next year and a half is how to find out how to make empty nesting less "empty."
