Nick officially moved out a week ago tonight. I quickly went through the honeymoon phase over the weekend, cleaning and getting rid of things that were left behind from Jay and Nick (that I knew they didn't want). It felt freeing. No longer will we go through a full bag of laundry soap on a weekly basis. Our cases of bottle water should last us months now instead of weeks. However, none of that matters. It's just stuff. If the laundry soap is being used it means people live here and are using it. If we replace our bottled water on a weekly basis it means people are here and drinking it. The reality is the house is eerily quiet. Mike and I crawled into bed last night and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying. It's just going to take me a hot minute to adjust to my new normal. I always try to live with a spirit of thankfulness. I'm so thankful my boys have bought their own homes and are good men. Most of all I am thankful for my connection with them even though raising boys who grow into adult men is like a slow break up for us boy moms. It's figuring how to still connect with them without annoying them. Would they rather talk to me on the phone once a week, or snapchat or share memes over instagram? Sometimes it's a simple text. With time I will find a new rhythm. Until then ignore me if you find me crying for no reason. I'm just adjusting to my very empty nest.
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