It's funny how I cherish the very little alone time that I get...and I mean without feeling guilty or feeling like I should be doing something else, taking care of someone/something else. I had a moment of clarity last night and man, did it feel good to be single-focused! My daugher whacked me with a tennis raquet by accident and I got to drive myself to the E.R to get stitches. I got to read the outdated magazines there (with one eye, the other was iced). I even got to talk to adults about non-kid issues. The discharge nurse suggested that I call Hubby and tell him that the E.R. was very busy, then go shopping!