I need a lot of quiet time alone. Or at least, a lot more than I can get in a one-bedroom apartment with a husband, baby and cat.
Now that spring is here, I'm slipping out for an hour or so on Sunday afternoons while my guys are napping. I find a little peace, soak in it, and carry it home in me as much as possible.
(Sometimes I wish I'd soaked in just a little bit more.)
(Sometimes the guys agree...)