I am a single parent to 3; two are teens and one is a young adult. All 3 live at home.
Let me begin my saying that I love my 3 very, very much. They are first and centre of my world, and I'd do anything for them. I'd describe myself as a kind, calm mum who is always there for them, and I'm pretty sure they'd say the same too.
But here's the thing. They are on holiday with their father, exactly halfway through a 2 week break abroad. And I don't miss them at all. In fact, I dread them getting back.
I am absolutely loving being on my own at home. This feels like the life I was supposed to lead. I come home from work, and our home is still tidy and clean. I haven't had to do a washing for days, nor worry about dinner. The dishwasher is nowhere near full. There are no demands on me. And I absolutely love it.
I think it's normal and natural to enjoy the break. This doesn't happen every year, not for two weeks anyway! But it's the not missing them that concerns me and makes me feel bad.
I honestly can't wait for them to leave home, now that I've had a taster of what this feels like.
My young adult is great, but the teens are bloody hard work. And it mostly all falls down to me. This isn't solely a question of chores though. I simply love being at home on my own.
I strongly suspect I'm menopausal, which probably doesn't help.
AIBU? I'm really hopeful that someone out there can relate, and that I'm not a total freak.
Thanks.