I'm a Mess! Can We Talk About the Empty Nest Syndrome?

My husband and I put out lights on the balcony railing of our apartment (funny in a country that doesn’t really celebrate Christmas, but we enjoy it), but the rest of the decorations won’t come out until our daughter gets here. She and I will put up the tree and stuff to a Christmas movie in the background (as has been out day after Thanksgiving tradition). I am just hoping that the weather between Boston and Chicago continues to be unseasonably warm until after the 18th, and that she makes her connection in Chicago, which is short, but I was not able to get it changed. Crossing fingers and toes.

D2 is coming home Wednesday! We’ll put up the tree after she is here. 1/8 through with undergrad! :slight_smile:

It’s weird that I managed to do really well through the fall and now the closer they are to coming home the more I miss them.

@saintfan, so true, if I stop to think about it, my heart actually starts pounding. And I am afraid of the goodbye day when the hello day hasn’t even gotten here yet.

The goodbyes don’t get easier. After DS1 left to go back last Christmas break, I cried like a baby after he left, and that was after 2.5 years in school. It was the only time I’ve done that. This past Thanksgiving, DS2 took off first, then a couple hours later we stood in the driveway waving goodbye to DS1. There is such an empty feeling walking back into the house.

Just like Scarlett…I’ll think about that tomorrow.

There was a period of time when my oldest daughter came back home to live while looking for jobs in her field. While I was worried about her finding gainful employment , I was really happy to have her back . I was also really happy for her when she left to go back to the city where she went to school and get a job, even if it was unrelated to her degree. The first Christmas when we took her to the train station to return, I burst into tears …I didn’t do that when she actually moved , but I guess it didn’t really settle in at the time

I can hardly stand the wait! Saturday night can’t get here fast enough. If only we could just beam her here.

I just spoke with the kid to make sure that he is aware of his flight plans. No matter how many times I think I’ve told him it always seems to come as a surprise. This time I got to be the bearer of glad tidings that he flies Wednesday and NOT Thursday which he seems to have believed despite my telling him about 5 gazillion times when his flight is.

I can hardly believe that in 3.5 days I will have both kids under one roof again!

When my daughter was really little we called nighttime a “big sleep” and would count time by the number of big sleeps until a certain event. So we have five more “big sleeps” of waiting to go. We are childishly excited!

It just hasn’t really seemed holiday-ish in the house without them here…I can’t wait until Friday!

My D came home last Wednesday for break - so we are all settled in and enjoying her stay! She returns January 10 - a nice long break! She is only 2.5 hours away though so I have seen her several times since she left in August.

My baby is winging his way across the country as we speak!!! He’s over Oklahoma now. In 4 hours he will be under out roof! Happy dancing.

Lucky you @saintfan! I still have 58 hours and 7 minutes to go before I will be hugging my girl at the airport!

Our youngest is home today , the oldest is home on Sunday, Jan Brady comes home on Monday…future son in law Wednesday and one of our almost children will come visit over the weekend…she is nursing a broken heart.
It seems we have a few young adults who consider us second parents , as Jan pointed out to us recently. I think she is right because one other of our almost children came over on Thanksgiving night and a couple more are coming over for a holiday party on the 27th…

My baby boy is an hour away!!! Haven’t seen since mid-August. :D/

Woo Hoo @saintfan! My baby boy will be home tomorrow and my family is together again for 4 weeks!

The baby girl comes home tomorrow.

jumping up and down clapping

55 hours, 22 minutes, but who’s counting?