My girl has flown the coop. Left the nest. Gone to summer camp.
At eleven years old, this is only her second time away from home alone. The first was a one-night sleep over in town. This week she is on the Sunbeam, a 75’ long ship owned by the Maine Coast Sea Mission. She is traveling as part of the EdGE summer camp “Commotion in the Ocean.” She was over-the-top excited about this trip for weeks.
Hannah has been gone for two nights and we have had only one phone call – a perfunctory “duty” call with her new second-hand cell phone.
With Hannah away, the change around the house is amazing.
- No one is repeatedly questioning what’s for dinner – beginning at 3 p.m. before my late lunch has even become a memory.
- I do not have to cook two meals – the grown up meal that actually has some flavor and the kid version of the meal sans taste.
- Snape, the cat, actually slept on my bed last night.
- I run one load of dishes every two days instead of two loads every day.
- There’s no dried crusted ketchup on the counter left for me to clean up.
- There are no dirty dishes left in the living room waiting for the maid or house elf to collect.
- I can find the pots and pans I want because the dishes are where they belong after the dishwasher is emptied.
- There are no dirty socks, undies, jeans, etc. left on the floor of my bathroom.
- The only grungy shoes left in the hall to trip over are mine.
- There’s milk left when I have my cereal in the morning.
- Paul and I can use the television because the settings have not been changed to make the TV play the Wii.
- There’s no one ringing the ship bell at the front door like crazy because they’ve locked themselves out. Again.
- She’s not asking at every turn, “Mom, do you suppose that at some point we could…” Add your own action phrase here – she’s probably said it: go to Harry Potter World, get some ice cream, buy a 3D Nintendo DS, order some books from Amazon, have Marcella spend the night, yada, yada, yada.
- There’s no one correcting Paul about his use of colorful language.
- There’s no one hanging out in my office talking my ear off while I’m racing against a deadline.
- I don’t have to juggle my work schedule with two jobs to be on time to pick her up from day camp.
And you know what?
I hate it.
You probably thought this post was about Hannah’s woes about summer camp.
Nope. I’m the one with the separation anxiety.
Friday cannot come soon enough.