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In two weeks, both of my guys will be away at school.
In two weeks, my husband and I will have the house to ourselves.
In two weeks, I won’t have to listen to complaints about how empty the pantry is.
In two weeks, I won’t have to nag anyone to take out the recycling and trash, or be up to my eyeballs in dishes that nobody’s putting away.
In two weeks, I don’t have to close the door to the glory that is a teenager’s room.
In two weeks, I’ll be able to enter the hall bathroom without a hazmat suit.
In two weeks, I can worry so much less about grocery shopping, meal planning, and cooking. I’ll be without the compounding of clutter that causes that tangled feeling in the pit of my stomach.
But…I’ll also be without THESE guys.
They won’t be around for random conversations, for occasional date days, for the get-a-load-of-this-video! nudges, for the can-you-guess-this-song game, for kitchen dance parties, for constant bickering and ribbing and poking, for eye rolling at the latest dumb thing…
…and I might miss them, just a little bit.