When I was growing up I always wanted to be the last one to fall asleep at a sleepover. I’d fight sleep so hard, so that I wouldn’t miss anything that was said or done. I didn’t want to be out of the loop when breakfast rolled around. 

As a young lady I was always the last one on the dance floor at the end of the night. I didn’t want to miss that last song, that round of shots, the in depth conversation you got as everyone spilt out onto the street at the end of the night and stood in line for the taxis.

I’d hold onto every last minute when I first moved in with my boyfriend {now husband}. I didn’t want to fall asleep, I wanted to know everything about him and I wanted him to know everything about me. I’d ask him ‘what are you thinking’ and he’d reply ‘nothing’ and I’d wonder how his mind wasn’t thinking about a million things all at once. 

Now I just want 10 minutes alone in the shower!

I think that I am still an extrovert – but I crave that 10 minutes … ALONE … standing in the shower, water running over my face and I don’t want anyone around me.

I love my life. I love my children. I love my husband. But there just comes that time in the day when I can no longer play trains or dinosaurs or sing nursery rhymes. I don’t want to change another nappy or breastfeed or burp. I don’t want anyone hanging off me or asking me for help or even to hug me.

I’d kill to go back in time for 15 minutes more sleep, or to have a night in by myself, or to take the time to have me time and simply wash my hair. But then again, this is my life and I wouldn’t change it for the world.

So I’ll take my 10 minutes in the shower. I’ll let the water run down my face. And I’ll offer up a little pray of thanks for all that is wonderful life – because I have so much to be thankful for!

Do you love your shower? Do you some times feel drained at the end of the day? Are you children all grown up and do you miss hugs?