Once every 10 to 12 weeks, something wonderful happens.
I get to hide in a hair salon for an hour and 15 minutes.
No one there needs to be fed or helped onto the potty. No one treats me like a waitress, makes a mess or hits their brother. There’s no pressure to mop floors, fold clothes, pack lunches or give baths. And there’s no incessant “Mommy, mommy, mommy.”