My secret place

My children are (in my completely objective opinion) very bright. They ask lots of questions, they test boundaries, they fight, they play 5 million imaginary games. It’s fun! it really is. It can also be exhausting.

I am the quiet, thinky type. I like to be alone in my own head. I like to read. I like to sit down some damn where.

Of course this never happens when the kids are up. So, by the time bedtime rolls around I’m tapped out. I need to crawl back into my shell to rejuvenate.

I’m writing this in the dark, underneath my covers. And it feels amazing.

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