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.