Me time

Once I had kids, my "me" time turned into a lot of "we" time.

Last night, I realized I hadn't had any "me" time in a while. I needed a break.

I put the kids up in Trevan's room, and told him to clean up the mess.

I came downstairs and ate dinner by myself, in peace. I enjoyed listening to my crunching and munching, while I ate in a quiet kitchen. (I never noticed that you can't hear (or notice) your own crunching and munching when your kids are at the table with you...)

John came home, and I said, "There's dinner, see you later."

I went shopping by myself - granted, it was for work stuff, but at least I didn't have to worry about Mallary falling out of a shopping cart, and listen to her ask me for a sucker every three minutes. (Did you know (probably not) that after I had Trevan, a friend from college asked me what my biggest adjustment was, or the hardest thing so far about being a mother? I replied, "shopping." He was like, "What???? That's a new one!" He thought that was weird.)

I wasn't even gone an hour and a half, but it was just enough quiet time that I needed.

I love "me" time.