A week and a half ago, I moved my daughter into her dorm at LSU. LSU is in Baton Rouge. Baton Rouge is about an hour away from New Orleans. She's the last of my three children to leave the nest. I've been writing about nothing else except for preparing for the empty next for about eighteen months now. I'm fully prepared.
I've got this.
I grieved for a few days but now I'm getting used to it. My bathroom stays clean for more than two hours. So does the kitchen. My grocery bill is like eleven dollars and 32 cents.
And now Hurricane Isaac is moving in.
1. I've adjusted, rejoiced even, in my new empty nest status. I think I can get used to this. The crying was minimum. As I said, I prepared in advance for this. Hell, I've been preparing for turning 50 since I turned 31. I've been preparing for the empty next FOREVER.
2. They are coming home. Classes have been cancelled. I'm glad.
3. I've barely had time to adjust to my clean bathroom and my tiny, grocery bill.
4. Isaac means "laughter."
5. I'm glad I only have a handful of readers so I don't get pummeled with comments about how heartless I am about the approaching hurricane and how its name means "laughter."
6. It's not funny. I get that.
7. Life is strange.