Sometimes when I need some time for myself, I read a book.
Sometimes I sew. Not very often these days, but sometimes.
Sometimes I’ll leave Manchild sitting on the couch, waiting for someone to get him his breakfast, and go for a run. (Don’t worry, Micah is asleep in the next room.)
Sometimes I’ll bake and do dishes while listening to a podcast and (mostly) tuning out Manchild’s incessant chatter.
Once, I went shopping. For me. But it didn’t count because I had to take Squish with me and it ended up being less time for me and more time for me to chase him around the store.
Sometimes I make plans to organize a girls’ night, or to put the boys to bed early and watch shows on Hulu, or to work on that essay that may never get finished. And they never really happen. Because really, I only have enough “me time” to make the plans, but not enough time to execute them.
What do you do when you need some time for yourself?