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