A month ago, my husband and I were bracing ourselves to become empty nesters this fall when our youngest is set to begin college. But to quote the perfectly timed reminder delivered by our middle child when I smashed my car into our garage: “Life comes at you fast.”
And it certainly has. Thanks to the new household phrase social distancing, suddenly our home is fuller than it has been in years. All three of our adult-aged children are living under one roof again. Sharing Internet service as we all work or attend school remotely. Negotiating what to watch on Netflix and where to order take-out. Opening and closing the refrigerator only to find that we’re out of everything—again. And loading and unloading the dishwasher multiple times a day and bickering over who actually does it correctly.
This new family time is different