Quit Picking at My Nest. The pre-sendoff was the worst.
Longtime readers may recall that the year before I sent my oldest daughter to college was also the year I couldn’t hold myself together through much of anything. Baby pictures and past years’ Mother’s Day cards were “obvi,” but even coffee commercials had me pathetically snotting, snorting, heaving and full of dread. Those that actually witnessed that year, still glance my way with a “please no” wince when I’m near a newborn or watching a Publix commercial.
But then I launched one and the sun came out again. Being a mom of a college girl actually brought about bragging rights, new things to do and an end to some of the late-night worrying. I suppose in the back of my mind, I feared that the security of having two more years with my youngest daughter was reason for my newfound sanity, but I settled in and prepared for the second launch with a bit more confidence.
It’s been two years since daughter No. 2 spread her wings and headed for college, and two years since I tucked in mine to an empty nest and realized I didn’t hate it.
And it’s been three weeks since both birdies have come back to the nest for the summer.
I thought I was home free when I skirted the return of the 4,000-pound futon, but with all the fun of a full house again, there are a few off-suit low hands in the deck.
Like, I’m getting called out a lot. My cackling laugh, smooth dance moves and peculiar song bursts have been a part of my repertoire long before the SATs and acceptance letters, but apparently two girls have gotten used to cooler versions of roommates. I’m getting stifled at every turn.
And of course, there’s my foyer. Too long the home to dropped bookbags, lunchboxes, science projects and fleece jackets, it’s been my favorite newfound spot of my empty nest. No so much summer semester.
Miss Won’t-Let-Me-Get-Away-With-Anything pilfered my pantry in search of past-the-dates. Yes, she proved her point.
And suddenly I’m accounting for all my whereabouts again.
Toothpaste globs in the bathroom sink. Remote sharing. Thinking about dinner when I won’t even be home.
And Tripoly games. And catching a late morning snuggle after letting them sleep until 10. A house full of chit chat. A touch more chaos and a little less seriousness. Popcorn bowls and favorite movies.
Summer’s return to the nest by my favorite little birdies? So far so good.
Preservation Celebration could use more hands. Sunday’s Preservation Celebration at the Donaldson Bannister home as a must-do on your weekend calendar.
It will be the first opportunity for the public to take a look at the historic property that is owned by the city of Dunwoody and full of great opportunity for our community. The event takes place at the historic property located at Vermack and Chamblee Dunwoody Roads on Sunday, June 3 from noon to 4:30 p.m.
The Dunwoody Preservation Trust’s event committee is looking for some volunteers to help with games, crafts, petting farm, to greet visitors and more. If you can spare a few hours or more to help with the first event at this landmark location, please send an email to dbfvolunteer01@ gmail.com.