Home Alone

One son went to a friend's house.  Two others are at church.  Husband at choir.  Me?  I'm home....planning on sleeping very soon.  I need a good night's sleep.  I am exhausted beyond belief.  It's about all I can think about.  Tired.  Besides for the weary. The not having a good night's sleep simply wears me down.  I sure liked my trip to the coast.  Slept in a bed.  SLEPT.  Loved that.  Really.  It felt so very good.  Went to bed at night.  Read.  Wrote.  Fell asleep when I wanted.  Didn't have to turn off the light and cover my head and fake so that I wouldn't be bothered.  It was really good.  Perhaps that is what has made coming home so hard.  That and all of the stuff that there is to face.
But, there is hope.  And I can choose to enjoy these little moments.  I am going to sleep early, I hope.  Yes, it's because I want to be asleep when he arrives...but, being alone and in a quiet house and having it dark...quite nice.  I'll take the good things to heart.  And hold the others at a distance.
grace to you.