I vant to be alone

 As the famous Ms. Garbo once said.  Uttered by me at 9.15 yesterday morning when I really, really wanted to be just left alone long enough to stretch in bed.  Finished making cake at 12am, cooked my steak and ate it at 1.15.  Continued tidying up before hitting bed.  Oh, threw duvet over husband who had fallen asleep on sofa in front room.  Went to bed, had heebie jeebies at 4am, woken at 5.30 by dog running around outside house howling to get it.  The dirty stopout had hopped out window at 7 the previous evening and was only returning from a night of feckless wandering at 5.30.  As I said, dirty stopout.  Well, as much as a dirty stopout as you can be with no balls.  

Back to bed, eye mask on.  Then joined at 6.30 by the smallest son who cannot sleep in a straight line, unless it's horizontal.  I was mauled, kicked and rubbed until I passed out.  Woke again at 9 to find husband in bed and suggesting some hugging.  I suggest he could hug off!!!!  That's when I begged to be left alone only to be reminded I have a husband, 3 sons, a dog, a tortoise and a dragon.  There is no frickin' way I am ever, EVER going to be left alone.