The other night, hubby and I went to vote. It was so easy, even though I was in the middle of cooking supper when he remembered that it was voting day and we hadn’t yet cast out votes. We just turned the burners off, picked up our voter cards and headed out the door. In years past it was more difficult with little ones to either bundle up and take with us, leave at home with the older siblings when the older ones were old enough to care for the younger ones, vote in shifts or heaven forbid, not vote. Even after the kids were all old enough to fend for themselves it was still difficult to get out of the house to vote. I would usually wait till evening to vote so that it would encourage others to vote by setting an example for them, but after a long day at school or work, the enthusiasm level of getting out to vote was not high. There was often a lot of mumbling and almost complaining to go along with the long lines at the polling places.
But this time it was different, it was hubby who reminded me. Granted, I reminded him a couple of days before, pulled up a ballot on the internet to see what to expect and pulled out our voter cards so that they would be handily available. But that day I only thought about voting once as soon as I got home from subbing at the preschool; but I didn’t mention it and then I promptly forgot and it wasn’t until I was cooking supper around 6 p.m. that hubby mentioned it. We turned off the burners, grabbed those handy dandy voter cards and headed out the door. We were back home within 20 minutes (nice thing about living in a small town, short lines at the polls). We turned the burners back on and continued our evening. It was just so easy not worry about talking anyone else into voting when they were tired and hungry. So I guess we can count that as a benefit to the whole empty nest thing.