Glad To Have You Back

I must have told Lizzie at least four times that it was glad to have her home. Lizzie didn’t really seem to mind, but the rest of my family seemed rather annoyed with it, but they never said anything, afraid to ruin my mood, I assumed since I had not criticized anyone in a couple days. Lizzie, though happy to be home, seemed anxious to go up stairs to bed because she yawned a couple times and kept looking at the door to the dining room. As soon as dinner was over, Lizzie looked to Jane and said, “I’m rather tired from travel, and I assume you are as well. So let’s head upstairs to get ready for bed.” Jane looked at Lizzie quizzically but agreed to go with her. I was puzzled but I didn’t say anything; instead, I got up and followed my daughters’ example and went to bed.