I rushed home today (like every day), exhausted and ready to give up on the idea of cooking dinner. Driving down our street, I thought of take-out Italian or tacos. As I reached the top of our stairs, I realized the door was locked? Locked? The boys are out?
Realizing I could put my bags down without a baby to carry, I raced to use the restroom before a baby would scream for hugs and play time. Boys still out...could it be I could get a dinner together?
Just having 45 minutes to myself accomplished so much: decompression, bathroom break, change of clothes, a full meal prep WITH CLEANUP, and time to read a couple of recipes and write this blog.
When will "me" time happen again?
