I’m eagerly anticipating the return of the empty nest.
Don’t get me wrong. It has been wonderful having Hope home for the holidays. We have had some nice moments of quality time during the last few weeks. It’s been cool.
That said, this is the longest that Hope has been home since the summer, and before that she was in boarding school and would only come home occasionally on the weekends.
She’s not returning for spring semester until next weekend…10 more days.
Now, I feel kind of guilty anticipating Hope going back to school, but the feelings are real.
Hope only came home twice during the semester, during fall and Thanksgiving breaks. Consequently, I got used to my alone time.
I cooked but not nearly as often since I could eat cereal or make a quick cheese toast for an after work bite along with wine, you know for a balanced meal.
I did my laundry and left it in the basket for days.
I picked up groceries on the weekend, and they actually lasted all week!
If I wanted to walk around in my skivvies, I walked around in my skivvies.
The occasional overnight guest? Not a problem.
Yappy and I had a cool routine and I was getting him reacquainted with his crate due to his separation anxiety.
Since Hope has been home, we are constantly running out of food even though occasionally she will not eat a real meal for a day or two. Then she’ll eat *all the food*.
I have to cook nearly every day…like actual meals. #LOL
I feel like I have to finish my laundry so that she feels compelled to finish hers.
It’s impossible to keep orange juice in the house; she drinks it like water.
I can’t walk around half-naked, and there are no guests.
I have to remind her to take her meds.
I have to ask her to walk the dog.
I made her get back to volunteering this week so that she wasn’t watching Asian dramas all day, because the Holy Homeboy’s children have to work in this house. (Yappy’s job is being cute and providing emotional support in the form of too much attachment).
Dishes are everywhere.
I adore my daughter; she really is amazing. This first semester of college was really rough academically (like OMG rough) even though she really seemed to do much better socially. She needed this time to recover a bit and just rest. I get it. I support it. But…after a few weeks, I’m kinda ready to get us back to our new normal.
Is this what my parents felt? Did they love when I visited, but also loved when I returned to school? Did they feel kinda guilty about that? Can you really have the three day guest rule when it’s your home?
I never, ever want Hope to feel like this isn’t her home. This. Is. Her. Home.
But I’ve gotten used to her being at school! I have adjusted and like my life as a empty nester.
I’ve been thinking about this a lot as Hope preps to go back to school. We’re deciding if I’m driving her back or if she will take the train. I’m wondering how this semester will go, will she find her academic groove, will she want to continue? And if she doesn’t, what will our life be like with her back full time? What can I do to prepare myself for that? How did I let myself get so comfortable? And what will my grocery bill look like with this young adult living back in the house?
So many questions swirling….
But in the meantime, I legit am excited about her going back to school and me walking around in my skivvies, eating cereal for dinner over the sink and feeling kinda guilty about how excited I am about it.