Tuesday, August 9, 2011
But college-bound son's room looks like this--
The computer room looks like this--
If I play amateur psychologist (I did minor in Psychology back in the Dark Ages, after all), then I know that I am stressing over underwear instead of focusing on how much I am going to miss the boy when I return to an empty upstairs on Sunday after we drop him off. All normal emotions. His older brother is now gainfully employed, living in Greensboro and sweating in the hot summer sun while lining fields for high school soccer and field hockey practices and games. So, we will join the empty nest households, living under the watchful eye of Rusty, who will miss college-bound son as much as we will.
So, my solution, my way to escape? Load up my "stuff"
I walked in the door after spotting the delivery truck
Bon appétit, to all my fellow empty-nesters.
If you haven't seen the two TV commercials about kids who think their parents have no life, enjoy!