God bless my friend, Michelle. Bless her. Bless her. Bless her.

As some of you may know, I am living with family while I am in transition after my divorce. Like many women who spent years at home as a wife and mother and then find themselves divorced, I also find myself with close to nothing to call my own. I lived in HUGE homes when I was married, but with the current housing market I find our marital home still unsold while my ex and his rebound floozie live in it. I also, to this day, still have no idea what my ex did most of our savings.

And so life goes on, but with very little alone time for me. This is where Michelle comes into the picture. She called to night and said she was having a key made for me, so I can come over when she is at work and get some time to myself. It’s a small blessing and I will probably end up feeling compelled to do housework while I am there (she is a widowed mother of four, so things pile up), but it will be a slice of quiet paradise in my never-quiet life.

I had not realized just how much I need quiet time now that I am the mother of an over-active 5-year-old. She quite literally never stops talking – even in her sleep. It is something that has often made me think of calling the Guinness Book people. The family member I live with is retired and loves busy noise, in the form of televisions and radios being on in nearly every room. It’s not loud, but a constant background murmur – still too much for me.

Yes, God bless Michelle.