I love my kids, I really do. I love my friends. I love my people. I do. Sincerely.
But it really, really bothers me that there is no place that I can go to be alone. I sit in my room–some one comes through it to go pee. I go pee, someone needs something before I can wipe my ass. And trying to wash said ass? Three minute shower, tops, before someone knocks on the door. Dear God, I just want to be alone for five freaking minutes. And waiting for the phone to ring because someone is sick, or forgot something, or whatever? NOT alone.
Ok, done. Going to bed at quarter til 8, because you know why? That is the only thing I do get to do alone.