Life Without Kids An Update {living outside the stacks}

One of the questions I’ve been asked most since all of our kids moved out of the house is “How are you adjusting?” Honestly, the first 45 minutes were pretty rough.

That first night, I came home to an empty house, looked at Squeekerz, and cried. The Hubs was in Missouri getting The Boy settled in his dorm. The girls had already moved into their dorms/apartments. And I was in this big ol’ empty house with the dog.

After I pulled myself together, I decided to take a shower, put on my pajamas, and veg in front of the TV. As I started to get dressed, I grabbed a t~shirt bra to put on, and thought What am I doing? I don’t have to put on a bra, there’s no one here

For the sake of modesty {and to prevent my girls from teasing me mercilessly}, I’ve worn a bra at all times around the house since they were little. So I put on my jammies and felt a freedom I hadn’t felt since before I shared my body with my first child.

The next morning when I got up to make my morning coffee, I was THRILLED to discover that I didn’t have to put on pants! You guys, there is something oh~so~liberating about walking from your bedroom to your kitchen pants less. Seriously, one weekend while the kids are at camp or you’ve kicked them out of the house for a couple of hours, just take off your pants and walk from your bedroom to your kitchen. FREEDOM!!

Life Without Kids An Update {living outside the stacks}

One of the other things that The Hubs and I have discovered is that we like name brand soda. For years, we only bought the generic stuff because the kids would drink it up so fast that we wouldn’t get any. Not that we wanted to begrudge them the finer things in life, but come on… So, one of our first purchases after The Hubs returned was a case of Dr. Pepper. It’s the little things

Like having leftovers. We’ve never had leftovers before. The second week without the kids, The Hubs and I ate chili for a week. A week! And let’s not discuss the amount of milk and eggs that have gone past their expiration dates. Or the pizza that sat in the fridge for a week and a half.

But there are other things too: going out for dinner because we don’t feel like cooking, having constant access to the washer and dryer, knowing that the Little Debbie Brownie that I hid in the back of the freezer will still be there when I go to eat it a week later…

Yes, we’re adjusting to life without kids. Does that mean we don’t miss them? Of course not. Does that mean we want them to move back home? Not in your pants wearing dreams!

Daenel T {Living Outside the Stacks}





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