5 Years

6 years ago

empty nest syndrome

This week has been a relatively quiet one.

I mean that both literally and figuratively.

My two oldest boys have been away for the week on separate school trips, one to Southern China and the other to Taiwan.

I know! I don't even remember there being school trips when I was in high school, let alone ones going out of the country.

I offered to chaperone but between my boys giving me the evil eye for even suggesting such a ridiculous and humiliating thing and the school policy of only students and teachers going, I was out of luck. So, last weekend I packed them up and dropped them off at the airport to meet their groups and head out.

My youngest was almost giddy with joy that they were leaving and couldn't get rid of them fast enough. He was going to be free of annoying older brothers and have the place to himself, with the exception of me, for a whole week. Neil has been out of town as well, so when I got back from my final airport run and entered the apartment it was eerily quiet....and peaceful. :D

It's actually amazing how little noise one child makes.

It's also amazing how little mess just Zach and I make. Seriously! There have been fewer dishes, less laundry, less "stuff" left out...less everything. I almost forgot what it was like before the kids...you know, back in the day when I made a mess, I cleaned it up and it stayed that way until I messed it up again.

That seems like centuries ago! Since having the boys, it's been like this: I clean up, the boys come through, the house looks like a tornado went through it or a bomb went off, I clean up again, only to have the boys blow through again.

A vicious and nasty circle.

However, this week reminds me that there is an end in sight to this circle. The other day, my sister gently reminded me that in just over 3 years two of the boys will be off to university and at the end of 5 years, all three likely will be.

Actually, she followed that up with "you could be a grandmother within 10 years" for which I promptly called her a bitch for even suggesting. Ha! A grandmother in ten years! I immediately rejected the idea. However, after getting over the shock of the idea, sadly, I had to admit that, while I hope I wouldn't be yet, it's not out of the realm of possibility. 10 years would make Jacob 26. At that same age, I already had 2 kids.

Well, Crap!

Sisters are great for giving a great big old slap of a reality check, aren't they? I'll get my revenge soon.

I'll plot later.

Back to the boys, or lack there of...

While I've been enjoying the slower, quieter pace this week, I'm not sure how I feel about this being a permanent state of being. Oh, don't get me wrong, I don't think I'll miss the never ending piles of laundry or the mountain of dishes after each meal or the bickering. Especially not the bickering. But I know without a shadow of doubt that I will miss their quirks, their amazingly different personalities, their daily stories, their smiles, their hugs, and their uncanny ability to melt my heart in a split second.

5 years?

I'm not ready.




*ask me how I feel on Monday when everybody is back home, life goes back to normal and the bickering starts again. I might be ready then. :D

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