I love those few blissful moments of quiet after I’ve finished buckling my screaming/flailing/thrashing children into their car seats, and I shut their doors to walk slowly around to the driver’s side. The chaos of my life is contained in that mostly soundproof vehicle. My body and mind are all mine on that short but sweet journey to the other side of the car and I almost forget the madness that awaits me inside. I take a deep breath and enjoy the momentary freedom.
Small breaks like these help keep me sane on a daily basis.
But sometimes… they don’t. And I need more.