Some days I long for the day, at least nine years away, when an empty nest will mean that I can hope for peace & quiet, and a house that stays clean for more than five minutes. A little solitude seems so appealing.
And then, I open a door to a Calvin Wannabe, who wants nothing less than to pummel his mom with snowballs, and well, I have to admit, I’m loving the chaos!
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I have suffered 3 depressive episodes in my life…I have lost every friend I ever had…I am afraid of everything and so every night I come home and sit in my basement sweet listening to the echoes of my life..it might seem nice at first but we are not meant to be alone…it changes you..makes you insane in many ways. You forget how to be around people.. how to interact..but I suppose you mean having your kids grow up and leave home..which is different..
I’m so sorry for making light of something that would be so serious for others. Frankly, I love the chaos in my life that comes with a full house of family and friends. When the kids leave the nest, I’m sure I’ll miss them every day, and I’ll find new ways to fill the home. That’s just how I’ve always done things.
No need to be sorry…my mom feels the same way…her 32 year old son moved home, convinced her to take out a loan so he could build a Facebook app…she once was debt free…owned her own home and then I happened… I was down when I wrote that commiel..I have a wild heart..living only on the highs and lows… After I wrote it I realized you were talking like a mother who wants more time for herself which is noble… and deserving.. I just could not see that the other day because of a weakness in me.