Banging My Head Over Hubby's Clueless Doc

By Jan Chait "What are you going to do with all of that extra space after I leave?" my grandson asked. I had to think. There were no grandchildren when we moved into this house 23 years ago. Now, they're 22 and 20 and — finally — leaving "home." Granddaughter drove off to her college town yesterday morning and Grandson informed us that afternoon he would be moving out September 1. This is after a lifetime of spending weekends, school holidays, and summers with Grandma and Grandpa and, finally, moving in altogether. Once upon a time, I had a guest room and a room solely devoted to my office. Maybe I can have those again. Maybe I'll miss having a pile of shoes in the foyer (despite my pleas to put the darned shoes in their rooms). Children and young adults in and out of the house — without knocking — all hours of the day. Empty pizza boxes in the living room. (No, I am NOT hiding the trash cans. It's possible that children of that age can only find the kitchen when they're hungry, but not when they need to throw away trash.) Maybe an empty nest will be good. We'll see what happens the first time I wake up low and there's nobody here to bring me a bowl of cereal. Maybe I should keep their rooms intact for a bit longer. Maybe they'll be back. Where, you ask, is my husband when I need to get my blood glucose up? Probably at his office. By the way, we celebrated our 38th anniversary last week. If I want to celebrate many more with him, I need to get him to e...
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