Pop out to the shop.
How sad and exhausting is it, that the only time for yourself-yourself is when you can run, or rather well as slowly as possible, an errand to a local shop. The evening is dark and quiet and demands nothing from you. You buy yourself a almost favourite snack, because you are breastfeeding your little allergy girl and are on a diet and can't have the favourite one, and on the way home a passing thought, can I stay outside, run away for a day, rest, recharge, in a spa, with room service and no diet. Then, you come back to the hustle and bustle of your living room. You come back to moody, almost-teenager, toddling little one with a snotty nose, playing with her dad - the sometimes annoying - love of your life. It all makes you feel happy, and then a little sad, and then very much exhausted. You are a mother and you love it, but somewhere along the way, you can't help but notice, you gave up a little bit of you.