i am going to start by saying if you have real problems in life then ignore this post, it’s self indulgent and pathetic I am well aware of that.
This evening I have had my first real dose of empty nest, I have late teens, one is working this evening, the other at a party/sleepover. Husband is away for the first time on a weekend without me in nearly 20 years - which is no problem but it has made me realise that this is the first Friday I have spent alone in as long as I can remember (possibly ever), I’ve had a long bath, a takeaway, a bottle of bubbly but I am so bored! 10
years ago I would of seen a night like this as absolute bliss, no responsibility, no one to get to bed etc. but actually all I am doing is worrying about the child that is due to be dropped home after their shift and the one that’s at the party hoping they don’t go silly and drink too much (party is supervised by very good friends of mine so I know I actually don’t need to worry) but more than that I am just missing them, the kitchen is as I left it at 5pm, there are no crumbs to clean, nothing left out on the countertops, I haven’t heard the words “why is there never anything to eat in this house”, “did you wash my top”, “can so and so sleep tomorrow” “I need a lift to …” I’ve not heard about the latest friend group Snapchat beef or the annoying girl at college that keeps getting kicked out of class! When my husband is home we relish these rare child free nights but tonight has been a bit of a ghost of yet to come. For those of you who have read this far that have lovely little people tucked up in bed, go hug them tight. I know I am guilty of wishing their lives away (it will be easier when they can walk, it will be easier when they are at school, it will be easier when I don’t have to do school runs), the reality is it’s never easier, it’s just different. Raising a young one is physically exhausting, letting an older one go is just as hard. Go hug your babies, before you know it they no longer need you! Eldest has just been dropped home, the restaurant closed early tonight and they have been tidying/grooving for the last hour with a couple of drinks, as much as I miss having my baby it’s also amazing to see this independent happy little adult that I have raised - she came home, raided the fridge, made a cup of tea, the kitchen is once again a mess and my world is temporarily made right, she’s headed off to bed exhausted, shoes thrown on the floor, various items of clothing in her wake. I am going to resolve to never get annoyed again at the mess she makes because I really am on borrowed time!