When I was single and newly married (i.e. before I got pregnant!), "me time" consisted of going for a pedicure, out to lunch or dinner, going to a movie, hanging out with my friends or just doing something by myself - whatever I wanted.
The big kids have been dressed, fed, combed, kissed and sent out the door to school. The T.V. is playing Sesame Street for Libby and Elliott is hanging out in his bouncy seat, happy as a clam.
I have a bit of quiet, so I sneak to the computer, sit down with my green smoothie in hand, and start to process what I've been feeling.
What do I want to write about? What has been weighing on my heart and mind recently. I start to write, then see that I have a new message in my inbox, so I go check it. Then I remember I needed to check my editorial calendar to see what else I need to get written and for whom. Ooh, another email, this time telling me about a great sale on fabric. I need some new skirts, something that fits me and will keep me cool and looking chic in this unrelenting hot weather. I click the link, go drool over fabric, then come back to write more.
And just as quickly as it comes, my "me time" is gone. Libby is asking for a vitamin, I give it to her. Then I sit again and she is moving my chair and wants something to eat, wants a kiss on her finger, wants my attention.
Now my children want "Me Time" too. They win.