For the most part, I know I sound all carefree about the fact that I have no more children living at home. I go on and on about my travels, my dinners out and going to the movies any time I want. No need to be home when school lets out and no need for sitters. Oh yes, it is nice.
Don’t let my jaunty enthusiasm for all things kid-less fool you. I miss them.
Really, I do.
It was a little sad on Halloween, not having anyone to check over for hidden rolls of toilet paper before they left the house. Or costumes that need to be double checked to make sure Florence Nightingale wasn’t a clever cover up for slutty go-go girl. Oh, and checking candy. That was always fun. It took them years before they realized that Milky Ways are not poisonous.
Christmas can be a lonely time, too. The dogs are not afraid that I’ll call Santa and tell them how naughty they are. They’re like - go ahead! I was going to mention the fact that the cookies go largely untested, as they come out of the oven, but it seems Skater has an uncanny knack for smelling Mom’s Christmas cookies from the other side of town.
When you think about it, there are no more fairies, tooth or otherwise, no bunnies that deliver chocolate (I miss that guy!) or even homemade Valentine cutouts. Oh, and the last noodle necklace finally disintegrated.
While I miss all that, from time to time, there is one thing about having kids at home, that I miss so very much…
…finding money in the washing machine.
Those kids kept mommy in lattes for years. *sniff* I sure miss them. Oh, and the kids, too.