I was dreading this year: my boys off at University and just DH and I rambling around in our big old house. I thought it would be incredibly difficult: that I'd cry all the time and walk around feeling sorry for myself.
I don't.
I was afraid of the silence (what silence?) and that I'd start talking to myself.
I haven't - well not that I've noticed.
I expected to walk into their rooms and burst into tears to see those same rooms once again clean (after how many years?).
Again, I don't (although I will admit that I'd so gotten into the habit of avoiding their rooms that I never think to go down there).
I expected the grocery bill to go down.
It has. But only marginally and I certainly didn't expect to have an over abundance of cheese, potatoes, carrots and sugar. (Any suggestions for recipes using those ingredients?)
I thought I'd miss them terribly.
And I do. Very muchly.
I don't.
I was afraid of the silence (what silence?) and that I'd start talking to myself.
I haven't - well not that I've noticed.
I expected to walk into their rooms and burst into tears to see those same rooms once again clean (after how many years?).
Again, I don't (although I will admit that I'd so gotten into the habit of avoiding their rooms that I never think to go down there).
I expected the grocery bill to go down.
It has. But only marginally and I certainly didn't expect to have an over abundance of cheese, potatoes, carrots and sugar. (Any suggestions for recipes using those ingredients?)
I thought I'd miss them terribly.
And I do. Very muchly.
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