I know you’ve heard about the “empty nest syndrome”, where parents feel a sense of loss when their teenaged or grown children move out of the house.
This weekend we experienced our own version of Empty Nest Syndrome. The difference after they were gone was really noticeable – there was more room in the house without them and their stuff, less mess for me to clean up, and that damn light coming from their room was finally dark. And my god, the quiet…
I must confess that I sorta miss them, though – their sweet faces when I fed them, their cute way of snuggling together when they napped…
But it’s alright, because they’re never really gone, right?
No, seriously, they’re not gone. See?
We’ll just call it an “in-law apartment”. Yes. Yes, we will.*
*In case you haven’t been following the saga, I have not put my children in a windowless outhouse. That is where the 12 chickens we’re raising are now living, after spending the first month of their lives in a box in my livingroom. Because we’re classy like that.
