Tonight is a true night of empty nest experimentation. The Boy is away at a sleepover. The house is very quiet. I’m not quite sure how I will ever get used to this. It feels very cavernous.
For my entire adult life, I have had my son with me. I don’t really know how to be alone. In some ways it will be adventurous finding myself, learning new hobbies, developing new routines. But in most ways, it just sounds lonely and creepy and boring. I’m a little afraid I will kill all my nights zoned out in front of the TV, gaining weight, and letting everything around my deteriorate. If I live up to my hopes and expectations, I’ll start a new hobby (scrap booking), read more books, and get back into a healthier eating and exercising routine. I can have my crafting supplies out all over the table and not have to worry about others disturbing it. I can read books in bed at night and on weekends. I won’t feel the need to make a full dinner every night and supply The Boy’s ice cream habit that I find very hard to resist. Plus, I can move my exercise bike back into the living room so I can watch TV while exercising without feeling self-conscious while troops of teenagers march through my house. Fingers crossed. We’ll see.
In the meantime, while I try to relearn how to live my life, I am very thankful to have several little souls around the house. It does feel better to have some loving, loyal, fluffy creatures to keep me company. Meet my brood.