I wanted to lay in bed and read a New Yorker article on mules. Instead, I tended to a hungry toddler, a dirty house and an intimidating mound of pee soaked laundry. My inner monologue was going nuts about never having time for myself.
I had forgotten about the extra long shower I took that morning, and the long walk with my friend at lunchtime.
As parents, we don’t have the endless hours of “me-time” for watching movies, reading books and generally lounging. But, let’s be real, we all have some alone time. Twenty minutes to read an article while the kids build a tower on the living room floor. An hour to decompress while your spouse takes the little one to run errands. Time at work chatting with peers.
You can employ every time-saving strategy in the book and still feel miserable and deprived. Here’s the real secret: notice your alone time while it’s happening, and remind yourself of the times you had it at the times you can’t have it.