Well, another 300 mile round trip and we are home safe and sound. The Boy was tired but looking rather well. He has lost the "puffiness" in his face that alcohol can cause. He misses home but didn’t ask to leave. The kids create quite a community amongst themselves and help each other with their homesickness and whatever else ails them.
You look around that place of accountability and, hopefully, healing and see kids. Kids who could be your next door neighbor or your own and find it hard to believe they are drug addicts and alcoholics. Most are quick with a smile and cordial as can be. The recidivism rate is so high. I hope and pray that these kids will make it once they finish treatment. The Boy said that the majority are there because of a court order. Thankfully, it didn’t go that far with our son.
This weekend, starting Friday evening, we will be down the street from the rehab. center for a weekend of education and coping skills for when The Boy comes home. The rehab. runs it and we need it desperately. We really haven’t a clue as to how to deal with his homecoming. One day at a time, eh? Still, to be perfectly honest, I am scared about his coming home.
Last night was the first night I slept through in eons. I awoke around nine, used the loo and returned to bed until around eleven. It was so delicious to sleep so well and for so long. I am still in the stay up late sleep mode I’ve been in for over a year because of The Boy and, hopefully, I will be able to get into a sleep cycle which makes more sense for the lifestyle I need to live.
Here’s hoping that you all have a good week. Blessings, g