So this caught my eye. This stash of mail in the front hallway. It’s where I put the mail that gets delivered here, but it’s for the boys. They know to check that spot when they come by. The mail sits there waiting for them nestled between the gumball machine that The Geeky One made years and years ago, and the dad reading to his son statute.
Sigh, sometimes it just hits me. The boys no longer live here. Won’t ever live here again. They’ll just be here for visits.
Visits. My boys come home for visits.
Sometimes I enjoy this empty nest gig…and sometimes I really, really don’t like it… Come cheer me up…
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I’m here to cheer. Me and all the little emoticons below. We’re having a secret party over at my place, so if you notice they’re missing, that’s where they’ll all be. We’ve got to keep our eye on the bangy guy, though. And after a coupla POM tini’s, I’m hoping to get shy guy out from under that chair . . .
I’ll be home tonight and keep you company. Maybe, out of the goodness of my heart, I will leave dishes and clothes all over the house for you to follow behind and pick up after me. I’m so good for you! I miss you,
Ah, my dear husband, picking up after the boys is one of those things I do not miss. Nor do I miss the tons of laundry…
Kate, your comment made me smile first thing this morning! You and all the emoticons partying!
LOL @ Kate. But I can’t help you with this. sigh Maybe we should plan a vacation;)
{{{Kacey}}} just because
Want me to send you Lexi for a little while?!?!
Yes!!! I’ll take Lexi. We’d have so much fun! Then after I never say no to her, I’d spoil her rotten and send her back home.
You think they will never, ever live there again. Ha! Just you wait.
Lol @ Katharina, this is true – just ask my mom…
That old grass is always greener….
I would KILL for visits – just visits… UGH!
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