What would you do with an empty nest?
You see, in addition to the twins going to all day kindergarten, my oldest is going to college in the fall, and I will be childless, for 8 hours a day. PARTY!!!
I joke that I will be eating bonbons while naked and running around the house screaming: “WHOOOO HOOO!” that first day, but in reality, I’ll probably be weeping in a corner, rocking myself, (but still naked eating the bonbons).
My oldest son just turned 18, and has known what he wants to be for years now. He is going to school for criminal justice, and will eventually become a high paid lawyer that will take care of me when I’m old. At least, that’s what I tell him. I don’t see him as much as I want with the joint-custody thing I have going on with his Dad, but I’m hoping it will prepare me a little better for his leaving for college than my leaving did for my mom. She felt like she was sending a lamb to a slaughter.
I don’t feel that way with Nathan, as he is a cynical tart with a quick retort for those who deserve one and the confidence of a million Brad Pitts. I will miss him, though. I told him the other day that I didn’t feel right about sending him away, and that I would go ahead and finally home school him like he had always wanted for the last 10 years. (Not because the school system stinks, but because he wanted to sleep in every day.) He laughed and hugged me, and said there was no way in hell.
Now the babies are going to school, too, and it’s going to be an adjustment for me. We have decided (or maybe the school will decide for us) that we are going to split them up into different classes so that the younger twin can actually answer for himself. That means TWO sets of homework for us to do. I remember Nate having more homework in Kindy than any other grade. So much cutting and tracing and gluing…can’t wait!
The twins have been waiting for the day they can ride the bus since the first time they’ve seen one, but of course, we just found out that their school is .4 miles away (there are like FIVE elementary schools in this normal sized town) and will have to walk. They cried until I told them that buses are gross and smell like pee. (I hope they forget I said that in 5th grade when they DO get to ride it.)
I can’t let them walk by themselves, there are too many twists and turns, and they are very unreliable, and so cute, everyone will want to kidnap them, so I’ll walk with them and pick them up to get some exercise – until it gets to be below 50 degrees, then screw that, I’m driving.
So the end of August will be bittersweet for me, and I’m not just talking about the chocolate flavor of my party bonbons. I will now be expected to finish my novel, or do something to make more than $5 a month, join the PTA, and hope that whatever manners, and habits I’ve instilled in my children were good ones, and they won’t all be expelled within the first semester.
In the meantime: Party at my house!
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