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Pursuit of it All

Life in the not so empty next

Life In The Not Yet Empty Nest

As I write this my youngest son is in the midst of a double shift at work, my oldest is on vacation in Maine with some family friends and my husband is downstairs playing piano.

Everyone is occupied. Except me. I’m restless.

I’m restless because this new normal is not yet normal. These long swaths of quiet time were once filled with chaos and multitasking. I’m good at that. I’m used to it. And while I’m not complaining exactly, I’m not totally comfortable with this new existence.

You would think that with my newfound time that  my house would be spotless, my paperwork assembled and organized and my life filled with clarity.

You would be wrong.

All things considered, I should be taking a much deserved nap or donning a face mask or reading a book or out brunching with friends.

But I’m not yet doing any of those things. Instead I’m operating on standby watching and  waiting to be needed. I’m hovering (and I hate hoverers).

30 year-old-me envisioned this period of life a little bit differently then it is playing out.

When I talk to other moms about this I get all sorts of reactions – some are emotional and introspective, others are ecstatic and energetic and some are even downright depressed.

I don’t know how to feel yet. My kids are still home, albeit working and going to community college, so we’re in that weird in between space where they are not yet the I-can-take-care-of-my-own-business adults that they want to be. I mean, we don’t need to cut their steak for them anymore but we do need to give them life guidance. (“Pay cash! Be nice to people! Always arrive 10 minutes early!”)

Existing in the weird in-between is, well, weird.

But I”ll muddle through I guess. Maybe I’ll take a nap or something…


Blogger. Marketer. Deadline juggler. Flibbertigibbet. A fan of all things glitter and girly, Jen’s passions include gabbing with girlfriends, running marathons, sipping (okay, gulping) cocktails and waxing poetic about the tortured soul of Professor Snape. Rarely found without her nose in a book (or her iPhone), she acknowledges that her level of geekery might not be for everyone. Consider yourself warned. Her ultimate goal in life is to be a professional wanderer of the internet or Amy Poehler’s BFF. (Both totally accomplishable, of course.)

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