me time

There are exactly 3 more sleeps.

Three more sleeps until:

I go away for three nights with only grown ups. No men, no children.

I like men. And children. Just not all the time.

I do not have to cook one single thing.

I like food. I just don't want to cook it all the time.

I get to learn and listen and see and do whatever I want.

I like being told what to do and having a schedule. Just not all the time.

I get to sleep in a bed all by myself. Well, me and Paisley, of course.

I like my marriage bed. Just not all the time.

Three more sleeps. And then I get some me time. It's been too long since I had some of that.

Meeeeeee timmmmmme.