The truth is that I hate, HATE being alone. Well, paradoxically. I am ideally happy riding a train alone or sitting in a Flying Star alone, but the thing about both of these scenarios is that I'm actually surrounded by people. In all my single years, I could not live in a house because it was just too lonely. And scary. I was happy to pay more to have a doorman or a gate. I'm naturally neurotic, but an empty house brings it to a whole nother level.
But you know, God has been getting me through. No TV helps a lot. Especially not reading ANY local news. Lots of Scripture and Psalm 121 before bed have helped me sleep some. But the last two nights were rough, not only because of my personal insanity issues, but because I must have passed it on to my kids and their insomnia means my insomnia. Between the two of them it was like being a waitress at 7 p.m. on a Saturday. Except it was 2 a.m. On a Tuesday.
So, last night, I was psyching myself up to sleep well, praying, folding laundry, the usual bedtime routines and the phone rang. Husband's usual good night call. "just dropped Mike off. At his house. Here." !!!!!!! I still don't know what surprised me more: that he got home a day early, or that he didn't tell me beforehand. He's enthusiastic, you know.
I slept like a baby last night. And our babies were really happy this morning to find daddy home. So in the spirit of celebration and the beautiful fact that I can sit down for a minute and actually blog, here is Elsa learning how to walk.
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How fun! If we lived closer or didn't have two children, we would so fly out to help keep you company.
I love this video so much. eases the pain of studying on a sunny day. love you,
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