After years of waiting, the time has finally arrived where it looks like my youngest might be leaving the nest.
In September she is hoping to leave for university. I approach this event with mixed feelings.
While a part of me is sad to think I will no longer be needed, another bit of me greatly looks forward to the freedom. With no children around we can finally do what we want.
Go out when we wish.
Dance around in our underwear.
Have sex in every room and not have to hide the handcuffs and whips…
Yes, with her leaving comes a great deal of liberation.
While I worry how she will cope, I’m also proud that she will learn to stand on her own two feet. No longer will I be the maid and laundress. She will learn new skills that will enable her to live independently and grow into a functioning member of society…
Oh, who am I kidding…
I can see it now. The holidays will come and there she will be with six bags of laundry and enough stories to burn my ear off. But, at least I will be safe in the knowledge that before long she will be off again…. Until the next time.