At the risk of jeopardising my reputation as a strong independent woman, I will describe my first day of semi-emptynesthood.
• I took an Uber to Laguardia airport. (See post two days back.) I then flew into my respective airport, and after picking up my car I drove home.
I was greeted by my teenaged son, which rhymes with – and then there was one. I had put him in charge of three things while I was gone: the dogs, watering the hanging baskets, and taking the trash to the curb on trash day. His 33.333% compliance rate needs improvement. (The dogs are fine.)
• Off to the grocery store with said son, where I got choked up when my impulse was to pick up something for the girls. The shopping cart looked so empty. I needed a few minutes to get my emotions under control before proceeding to the check out register. (My son, the traitor said: “I’ll meet you outside.”)
• Next I got caught up on the things that make life tedious like laundry and watering the hanging baskets of dirt that were once hanging baskets of flowers back in the day when I still had three children living at home.
• Finally, it started with making up words like semi-emptynesthood. I wrote todays post without the assistance of my proofreader who chose college over the unpaid position…thankless child.
And so in eerie quietude my new life begins.
August 21, 2016, One Word Daily Prompt: Jeopardize~ <a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/jeopardize/”>Jeopardize</a>