One I reveled in today? Deleting all the movies the kids put on various streaming queues.
Oh, the smug smirk on my face as I deleted things my husband and I will never watch.
There's something magical in having a list of your own, after having to share with various aged kids.
Don't get me wrong. I loved my child-rearing years.
But I'm tired.
I'm tired of sharing my toys.
To have a refuge of my own again, with complete control of the toys and such, after nearly 40 years, well, it's like reuniting with an old friend.
Today, with the last sweet birdie on the cusp of flying away, in a quiet moment here at home, all alone, it felt good to have a little of that control back, to do some tiny reuniting.
A whole new world.
(It's gonna be bad when all the kids are gone, isn't it. This is just me, trying to make an upcoming tidal wave of emotion into a little splish splash kiddie pool. I know it. But let me pretend just a little longer that that lump that's trying to form in my throat is just, oh, I don't know, allergies?)
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