As I type this, I’m sitting on the coast of New Hampshire in my son’s winter rental. He’s off teaching a flight lesson, and I’m here with the dogs, waiting for him to return so we can make breakfast.
I’m doing my best to stay sitting in the corner of his couch, resisting the urge to wash the dishes in the sink, clear off the counters, and give his bathroom a good scrub.
As I sit here now, literally on my hands to keep myself from picking up a broom and sweeping up the floor, I’m recalling the recent conversation I had with one of my dearest friends...
Read the rest here – Kasey Mathews on Substack
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Here’s an older post on my journey after children had left the nest – The Importance of Rest
