After almost a month of empty-nesting, I've decided that there
are a few positives. Like:
- No empty toilet paper rolls at the most inopportune time
- Doing laundry that does not contain seventeen bath towels
- Chocolate that sticks around longer than twenty-four hours
- There are no "I meant to wash them but I forgot" dishes in the sink
- No Gatorade or Power Bars mysteriously showing up in the Costco shopping cart
- Not having to harass offspring for payment of above
- My Cheetos are right where I left them
- Not having to get the attention of someone perpetually wearing headphones
- Having an extra bed to offer to a Margarita-imbibing friend
- Knowing whether or not my remaining one and only roommate will be there for dinner
- Not fighting over the rapid disappearance of water bottles and Keurig cups
- Finding more than a spoonful of vanilla ice cream in the carton
- Not finding empty containers of anything
I'm sure I've forgotten a few others and as time goes on, it's a safe bet we'll discover a few more. (Sex on the living room floor? Who am I kidding? I can't even
sit down on the living room floor.) We just have to get through this period of adjustment. And, while I appreciate all of the above, right this minute nothing seems to make up for one thing:
- Skype hasn't figured out how to let its users give each other a hug
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