With the bathroom mess, the issues with the motorhome, both kids working for the artist of the prayer garden, and one kid leaving for a week with the youth group, we just felt everything was too chaotic to be leaving the house. My husband also decided he'd rather spend the gas for the motorhome just camping with the whole family rather than going to a car show only he is enthusiastic about.
I feel like throwing a temper tantrum that my kids dare grow up and change my life so much. I think I'm suffering from empty nest syndrome and they are only 13 and 16. But there was a time they were 3 and 6 and I probably felt the same way.
I commiserated with my mom last night; she knows the pain. I felt like I should apologize to my mother for growing up. It's inevitable I suppose. But for some reason this summer the reality of them growing up has felt like a cannon ball in my pool of serenity.
I usually plan my summers in January. It's cold then and it makes me feel warmer to plan summer camping in the middle of winter. So I did that this year, not anticipating the changes that were coming my way.
So here I am. Left with reality sunk deep into the pool of their childhood. We wish for it to happen, but when it does, it feels like an anchor.