The dryer was awfully noisy last night. When I put the boys clothes in the dryer from the washer, I didn’t know there were so many extras with them. I soon found out that not only had I washed a sandwich baggie, a candy wrapper and a fruit snack package, but also one lone rock that I imagine was placed in a pocket as a treasure that was found. Sometimes I get annoyed at things like that. Sometimes I don’t. And this morning when I went to retrieve the laundered and dried little boy clothes, I saw the rock. The little item that prevented sleep from gracing me for at least 15 minutes while I laid on my memory foam mattress next to a very heavy breather. The reason I didn’t get annoyed with this is because the empty-nester in me showed up again. She visits regularly to give me perspective. She tells me that it won’t always be like this and that I won’t always do their laundry and that I will actually miss the fact that I have cleaned more fruit snack packages than most moms. I don’t mind it when she appears. She’s good for me. She keeps me grounded about what to lose my cool over and what to let go. I’m curious: Am I the only one who gets a visit of perspective like this?