Today I was able to get away while the kids napped. I was able to run around without lugging diaper bags, a potty seat and kids, and although it felt good something was missing. I’m not talking about the kids as much as I love them and want them with me, what seems like always, it was something else. I used to love being able to run my errands. Go here and there without a care or thought in the world and though today I was able to run around and do things that I missed alone, it was different. Why do I feel like I can’t get that feeling back? Why do I allow myself to feel overwhelmed? I was able to enjoy some alone time with me but I feel like I didn’t want it or deserve it. When I got home after my quick outing I looked at Gio and Isa already up and I smiled. Seeing them playing and giggling when I walked through the door made me feel calmer. I was able to take them in and just put my mind and body at ease. Sorry, it was just one of those days.