tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post4560452837645966196..comments2024-03-06T07:13:04.347-05:00Comments on Masked Mom: Spiral Notebook Sunday: Wednesday, February 16, 2005Masked Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197019009052401812noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post-10612161729092525852012-03-21T08:23:10.280-04:002012-03-21T08:23:10.280-04:00Tara! That was too funny! And oh so familiar in a...Tara! That was too funny! And oh so familiar in a long ago way! I loved it!Graciewildehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00142582724233027386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post-27311201703410183362012-03-20T17:25:28.443-04:002012-03-20T17:25:28.443-04:00I look forward to those perks--just not too soon. ...I look forward to those perks--just not too soon. :)Masked Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08197019009052401812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post-76316216937591106502012-03-20T17:24:43.380-04:002012-03-20T17:24:43.380-04:00This reminds me of when we visited my in-laws when...This reminds me of when we visited my in-laws when mine were young and my mother-in-law (who adopted Hubby and his brother from foster care when they were 4 and 5 and much later had a biological baby girl--so never had more than one really young child in the house at a time) said, "What do you do when they're all crying at once?" Triage. We did triage. And yeah, laughing sometimes is the only logical thing to do. :)Masked Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08197019009052401812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post-54727610816509280762012-03-20T17:21:49.462-04:002012-03-20T17:21:49.462-04:00Ours are still coming and going a bit, too. I imag...Ours are still coming and going a bit, too. I imagine the reality of either the empty or full nest is always a mixed blessing.Masked Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08197019009052401812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post-12282862509083488432012-03-20T17:21:04.817-04:002012-03-20T17:21:04.817-04:00Not there yet, but I can almost smell it from here...Not there yet, but I can almost smell it from here.Masked Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08197019009052401812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post-7205914943656002932012-03-20T17:20:37.055-04:002012-03-20T17:20:37.055-04:00My soft palate is vibrating in memory and sympathy...My soft palate is vibrating in memory and sympathy. ;)Masked Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08197019009052401812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post-75781521678736918272012-03-20T17:20:09.487-04:002012-03-20T17:20:09.487-04:00I have much more solitude now than ever. I revel i...I have much more solitude now than ever. I revel in it. Revel, I'm tellin' ya.Masked Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08197019009052401812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post-16529325414289836442012-03-19T19:16:40.065-04:002012-03-19T19:16:40.065-04:00Bring in Da Noise... and so on.
I can relate to th...Bring in Da Noise... and so on.<br />I can relate to this. And to Tara's comment. I long for an empty nest sometimes. The SOS pad just above the eyes is a very apt description. I don't think it's even a metaphor. That's exactly how it feels. It makes something just above my soft palate vibrate and I can taste adrenalin.TangledLouhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04771682524596744447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post-35976499798160307572012-03-19T15:18:14.169-04:002012-03-19T15:18:14.169-04:00For years my house has sounded like this: "Wh...For years my house has sounded like this: "What if the wind comes down and blows out our windows? Then, do you still want me to get ready for bed, Mom? Mom? Mom? Mom?" "I want to play the guitar–LISTEN!!!!!" I can play the drums! SEE!" "Watch as I light this battery on fire while you are trying to read!" "Do you think I could be a famous soccer player?" "How about a famous baritone player?" "Hey–listen to this dub step music!" "Come see this scribble I made in the other room–RIGHT NOW!" SLAM! CRASH!SHATTER!<br /><br />I could imagine a little solitude being a good thing.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08644569152748119356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post-12756982337397956732012-03-19T13:04:07.868-04:002012-03-19T13:04:07.868-04:00I used to think that the empty nest days were goin...I used to think that the empty nest days were going to be just that: empty. What I discovered is quite the opposite. Although I loved having my kids at home, I love having them NOT at home too. I soooooooooooooooooo appreciate the solitude (can you tell from the MANY times I reference that in my own posts?) and the time to do my own thing. The pleasures found in an empty nest were quite surprising to me.Graciewildehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00142582724233027386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post-3781249984179724372012-03-19T10:59:50.739-04:002012-03-19T10:59:50.739-04:00We had really been enjoying our empty nest . . . f...We had really been enjoying our empty nest . . . for about 3 minutes . . . then our son and his wife moved in with us. Then we got "Little Boy", and now my daughter is coming home from college in a few weeks. We're just missing my 21 year old :)Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16917139752555698353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post-34462184012521499302012-03-19T09:20:53.754-04:002012-03-19T09:20:53.754-04:00I can so relate to you on this one. The best (or w...I can so relate to you on this one. The best (or worst, depending) is when all the kids are crying at the same time, for one reason or another. When all 4 are having a freak-out simultaneously, and the noise level reaches epic proportions, Ian and I just look at each other and laugh. What else is there to do, really?cdnkarohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12300104667616840616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post-87613110534062836572012-03-19T07:32:08.223-04:002012-03-19T07:32:08.223-04:00I have been an empty nester for 15 years. I have ...I have been an empty nester for 15 years. I have been very emotional lately and thought that even though it has been a long time, I might be experiencing the pangs of empty nest. After a recent visit to my daughter's house, I found that in order to have a conversation with her, I had to shout to be heard over the volume of the TV and the screeching of the kids as they chased each other around. It was then that I realized that instead of viewing my nest as lonely and empty, I should look at it as "ahh, quiet and peaceful." Perks of being the grandmother.lyndagracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13530605081989558341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post-52467570101537407132012-03-19T01:28:45.049-04:002012-03-19T01:28:45.049-04:00Youch.Youch.Larissa T.https://www.blogger.com/profile/18054129254135419707noreply@blogger.com