It’s so hard, those early years of mothering (well, later too - but as they get older the kids want that room of their own and then you spend your time trying to pry them out and back to you). The need from them on your body and your psyche is so intense that all you want is to escape. I remember how one hour alone was heaven, a joy like I’d never known. Now they’re older and I miss their noise and all their needs. Can’t there be a happy medium somewhere?!