Many of my friends' kids have received their letters of acceptance to college. Thus begins new chapters for all. The early days of being an empty nester can be emotional as one tries to embrace, "Where did the time go?" Give it some time though. I promise you'll eventually get into the swing of it.
Here was my Monday night:
Go to the gym. Come home, grab a quick bite, go to an incredible yoga meditation class given by my good pal, Ollie. Come home at about 9:30 p.m, make some scrambled eggs and toast, pour a glass of white, and watch "Billions." (This is generally NOT a Monday evening I could have done with the children home.) It's all about me now. Me! Me! Me! (Just kidding, Andrew ... Oh, hi. When did you get home??)
Here was my Tuesday night:
6:00 p.m. - Leave the office and go shopping at The Container Store. Get stuff to change my closets from winter to spring/summer. (And BTW, the Ziploc storage bags that you stuff and then suck out the air with a vacuum cleaner? Thumbs up.)
7:00 p.m. - Gather cashmeres, put in bags, and suck out the air for the next two hours. Make pile of my winter clothes now in airtight bags ready to go up to the attic.
7:15 p.m. - Talk on the phone for an hour.
8:15 p.m. - Throw a load of white towels into the washing machine.
8:30 p.m. - Receive Face-Time call from my daughter who is studying in Grenada. Talk for another 45 minutes on the phone.
9:15 p.m. - Make a salad.
9:20 p.m. - Pop a Lean Cuisine into the micro.
9:21 p.m. - Pour a glass of white wine.
9:24 p.m. - Take dinner out of the micro.
9:25 p.m. - Turn on CNN to catch the Donald Trump and family interview with Anderson Cooper.
9:25:10 p.m. - Take a sip of wine and reflect on how this is generally NOT how I would spend a Tuesday evening if the children were home.
9:40 p.m. Hear some noise in the front of the house. Must be my husband. ("Andrew, is that you?" I call, not looking away from the flat screen. "Hope you've eaten dinner! I just want to finish this interview on '360.' I'll be right there.")
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