See, my husband left out on the road tonight… he’s been off the road for a month now, and I got very used to having him home every night. I loved spending every day with him, and every night curled up beside him. Now, even with the TV on, the house is all too quiet. Every bump and creak makes me jump a mile. How quickly I grow “out of practice” with this.
However, I will make the most of this time as I always do. My house will get cleaned extra well. I might even get the office organized a bit. I also have plenty of work to do otherwise! I am not at all lacking stuff to keep me busy!
Sleep, though, never comes easy when he’s away. At least not until the sun rises, and I start to hear the neighbors moving around. I think its a feeling of vulnerability that keeps me awake. It’s that fear of “something” happening in the dead of night. Not that something couldn’t happen in the daylight, but I do take comfort in the sun rays. As if they are my guards while I slumber.
So until the sky starts to become light, I keep myself busy with mind numbing computer games and with the local morning news. Tomorrow night will be easier, and the night after that, too. It’s simply a matter of getting back into the routine of things. It’s a routine I welcome… even as it ushers in an element of insomnia.