For the first time in five years The Mister and I had time to ourselves. With the exception of shooing the cats from places they shouldn’t be, we had no responsibilities.
With The Teen leaving for college soon, I worry about empty nest syndrome. I’m reminded that The Boy is still in the house but as he tests his independence, I’m left with more free time than I’m used to.
After shipping The Teen off to a Girl Scout trip and having one last night before The Boy returned from Boy Scout camp, The Mister and I headed to Penn’s Landing with the unspoken agreement to only mention the kids in the drive down.
At Penn’s Landing we enjoyed music, wine, and more wine. I danced with freedom, no kids admonishing me to act like a “mom!” We sneaked kisses under the light of the Moshulu and shared that secret smile as we watched weary parents chase children and snap on kids who refused to listen. When the festivities were over, rather than head home we went to a hole in the wall bar for a last cocktail and more dancing.
I felt every bit of my kid free evening today. My knees protested my Harlem Shake and my head throbbed. Not having kids clamouring for food we forgot to eat!
The Boy returns from camp shortly and The Teen will be back from Gettysburg tomorrow. In our last free hours The Mister and I lounged across the bed watching The Walking Dead and made plans for our next kid free night.