For the past week I was given a taste of what it is to be an “Empty Nester”. My husband took the kids to go see his father on the East Coast. Bound to my work, I stayed home.
The build up to my family-free week was amazing. I had dreams of lounging in my pjs every night, eating in front of the tv watching highly inappropriate shows that are not suitable for young audiences or even ears for that matter. Boy did my bubble burst.
On the first night home, I settled in from work – turning on music, starting up dinner and all around enjoying an evening free of sibling fighting and picking up after everyone. After dinner was finished, dishes washed and episodes of Mad Men consumed I headed to bed. That’s when it hit me, cue music, it was just too quiet. I felt like I was on an episode of The Twilight Zone or the movie 28 Days Later. Was I going to reach for the bathroom light and be assaulted by a flesh eating zombie or would I wake up the next morning to an eerie silence since everyone in the world vanished?
I cannot count the times that I or one of my parent friends has wondered out loud what it would be like to not have a family. After this experience I can tell you that its too creepy. I love the noise, the bickering, the physical bodies that take up space. Each night they were gone my fear of being eaten alive diminished, and my longing to hear my kids voices (even if they were fighting). It took a few days to get used to them being gone, and I never got around to doing everything on my kid-free list, but for all its worth I am happy to welcome them back into the house.
Now ask me in a month and I might have changed my tune and will be begging for a day off from being a parent.