I thought that when I reached this age I'd be feathering my empty nest. I fantasized that after decades of raising children and being tied down by their schedules, my husband and I could finally enjoy our freedom. We'd travel, stroll through antique shops, and have romantic dinners by candlelight. Didn't happen.
Tonight is date night. But not for me and my husband. I'm sitting at home alone, enjoying a "glass" of wine, and watching a recorded episode of Hoarding: Buried Alive (it keeps me motivated). My almost-thirteen year old granddaughter is at the movies with her latest boyfriend, and my husband is in an adjoining theater watching a movie with the nine year old girl.
While I appreciate the peace and quiet, this isn't what I envisioned when I was making plans for our future. But for now, I'll take what I can get. Cheers.