I wouldn’t exactly call it a dark night of the soul but… that moment half past midnight when you realize: you can hear the washer, the dryer AND the dish washer churning about their business when all you really want is to be asleep in someone’s arms. To be asleep. To be in someone’s arms. Someone’s arms. Someone’s….but tomorrow is the one morning you can sleep all the way until 7:30a.m. so it’s the night that you can finally get caught up on the week’s chores while not being bitter at all that once again your ex text  “cant pick up or drop of the boys this weekend because I am out of town Thurs thru Mon”…starting to think he has this set as a “quick response” text in his phone because the wording and errors are exactly the same every single time. Realizing that this entire experience can be lumped into “1st world problems” and being entirely thankful even in your loneliness