Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Notes From An Empty Nest

Hear that? That is the sound of silence. It is the absence of yelling, singing, video game sounds, door slamming, question asking, fighting... It is the absence of kids in the house. So far, it is a beautiful thing. A downside to not having the kids around is that you have to do all of their chores. Steve is Dane for the week, and I'm Dagny. Lucky for me, Dane does way more jobs than Dagny, and his jobs include the cat's litter box and cleaning up after the dog. (I really dodged that bullet) A part of me feels like I should accomplish something while I have no kids around, but the other side of me is lazy and feels like doing nothing or doing anything I want. Yesterday I had the urge to cook so I planned a menu, shopped, prepped, and made quite an amazing meal. I've always said that it's not that I can't cook, it's that I choose not to. That proved to be true, apparently I can cook. Steve was quite impressed. All that time I spent watching the Food Network wasn't a waste, I learned a few things. I surprised myself with the quality of food I produced and by the amount of enjoyment I got out of the process. I might have to start cooking more often. We ate my fabulous dinner by candlelight in the dining room, very romantic. My child-free week has been lovely and peaceful, but it's only Tuesday. By tomorrow I'll start missing the kids, I'm not quite ready for a full-time empty nest.


  1. I am not sure I will ever be in a position to experience the sound of silence. At this point in my life I can't even imagine a house without children.

    I enjoyed your post. I love the way you write. However, it was missing one thing, the pictures of your fabulous meal. Some of us need proof that you actually cooked.

  2. I understand your need for proof, but I am going to have to rely on Steve to corroborate my story. I wish I would have taken some pictures, everything was so pretty on the plate.

  3. It's true, Natasha prepared a lovely meal for us. All her jokes aside, she can cook just fine when she wants to, she just rarely wants to.