It is hard to articulate how happy I am to be sewing 2 weeks in a row with plans for a third. I feel lifted and restored. At peace.
It goes farther than that, though. Husband has been busy in the garage, getting ready for his new workbench. Yesterday, I cleaned the kids' bathroom. Daughter only lives here in short bursts home from school, Son has moved into a house with two buddies and is in process of moving his things a bit at a time. That bathroom? I am not proud that that room was ever in my house, but I gave up cleaning it when they were in their late teens. Four times a year I'd go in and disinfect the entire pit as a defense for the rest of the house, but that was it. Today, it is clean as a whistle. I like to walk in it and take a deep breath, stand with my arms crossed, leaning on the wall, enjoying the clean.
This is empty nest syndrome. Time to sew, time to spend with Husband, time to clean the bathroom once, right and know it will stay that way. This isn't the trauma I expected. It feels like the natural order of things. I like it.
Time to go and toss an easy dinner on plates, cuddle on the couch, watch a movie and hit the sack. While I am in bed, falling asleep, I will contemplate the hard work that has brought us this far and joy this life is filled with.