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Practicing Empty Nesting

amywhitewriting

Last week was Spring Break for our youngest daughter (15). She spent the week with our oldest daughter (25), her husband, and our adorable grandson. The word adorable is actually an understatement, that boy is seriously the cutest. The English language lacks an appropriate word that can adequately define his cuteness. Anyway, back to the blog. Since our middle child (21) is away at college, my husband and I found ourselves at home. . . alone. For a whole week. A whole week with no school drop-off or pick-up lines, no gymnastics practice, no facilitating our daughter’s social calendar, and no physical therapy appointments (she’s healing from a gymnastics injury). What would we do with all that time?


We started things off with a bang on our first night alone – a losing trip to our local casino, a few adult beverages, then falling asleep on the couch watching Netflix until we both stumbled into our bedroom insane with need for our CPAPs. Crazy, right? The next day we walked our dog around Fort Monroe, dropped in at Oozlefinch Brewery, and then went out to dinner at Harpoon Harry’s. Delicious. We continued the week with lunch out twice, daily dog walking, and pub trivia on a Thursday night—yes, you read that correctly—we went out on a Thursday night. We had a blast, even though I am still apologizing for overruling my husband on the number of penalty cards one must draw for forgetting to say "Uno" when playing the card game. Yes, honey, you were right, I was wrong. We should have had one more point on our trivia score. There, I’ve said it publicly. Can we move on? We also got really crazy on Friday night and took apart the oven door and cleaned the annoying drip between the glass! I know, completely wild and extremely satisfying.


We had a blast the whole week with barely any dirty dishes, no laundry (because of course, our mainline backed up and we were waiting for the plumber to come half the week), and no parental responsibilities, except for our fur baby.


We aren’t in a hurry to push our youngest chick out of the nest. She’s a pretty cool little bird and she keeps us young. I’m grateful for every day she still lives at home and I get to spontaneously accost her in the hallway and give her giant hugs, but I also realized this week that I’m looking forward to the next stage of life, too.


I love my husband and I still like him after all these years. Two totally different things, but both are extremely important.


Enjoying this ride called life at every stage, and thankful for the people riding along with me.

 

Have a blessed day everyone! What stage of life are you in? Let me know in the comments!

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