“Getting back to normal?” How does one constitute, “Normalcy?” Personally, I’ve not a clue as to what would mean “Normal,” in my life. Sometimes, I feel that I’m just about normal, but then again it must have been wishful thinking.
Mothers don’t have normal lives. Just when you think things are going smoother, you’re hit with a size 10 magnitude on the Moms Richter Scale. Mothers are not allowed any “crisis” in their lives. Their family does that for them.
Mothers don’t wear name brand shoes until it's SAS or Dr. Scholl's time and the children are out of the house. Payless Shoes are the norm until then. Needless to say, after your first child is born, hot mashed potatoes only come from the cafeteria line. Then you have to blow on the kids' to cool them down and yours get cold. Mothers adjust to cold, or if they’re lucky, warm food, until all the kids are out of the house.
Thus, the “Empty Nest” syndrome is nothing more than a shock that you are now allowed hot food, and shoes that don’t rub blisters on your heels.
However, the amount of food you’ve been used to making is too much and then you resort to the microwave and restaurants. Your sleeping is somewhat easier, but you still wonder awhole lot about, “I hope the kids are, ——— ——,etc.! Other than hot food and good fitting shoes, there’s not much difference, as the Norm really isn’t going to be Normal. We, just cowgirl up and ride with it. Mothers have the ultimate ride of a life time.
P.S. Coming home and seeing Z in his bib overalls; that’s Normal! So, I do have some Normalcy in my life! Gee, how could I ever have forgotten that?