I am looking forward to the day they are all moved out and I can sit naked on my couch and do NOTHING (don’t imagine that ok…cause in seventeen years from now that could really burn someones eyes).
I am seriously STOKED that my oldest moves out today. OUT. He is moving OUT. Ok, so he is moving into a dorm and I still have to sort of, kind of, save his room. Maybe.
And ya ya, he will be back for holidays and summers. Or not. He could find a girlfriend and then who knows.
But I am excited. One down, three to go. I. Am. So. Excited.
Or I was.
Till I heard him come in late last night and realized he won’t do that anymore. Like, probably never.
Till I realized that I won’t ever have him, as a mom, to myself, again. Next time he comes home it will be as an adult visiting child. Adult. Visiting.
Damn. That means I actually care and am not all jackass.
I am a lot jackass though.
Cause I am also super sad I don’t have a lawn guy anymore (my son).
I also don’t have a pool guy anymore (my son)
Nor a built-in babysitter anymore (my son).
What the hell!?
After all, this is all about ME and I just realized I am gonna have to mow my own lawn, clean my own pool, and watch my own kids.
Oh hell no, my 11 year old’s training starts TODAY.