I have always been surrounded by people and I don't even get few minutes of peace even in the wash room. There is always one, out of my two, kids who wants to see what I am doing inside. I have always felt the need for some me time. Not for days, but few hours wherein there is no one around and I get to be all by myself.
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My mother today decided to make my dream come true and took away both my kids. My husband has not yet come back from office and I am done with all basic chores that's on me. I have also finished watching my daily quota of YouTube videos. Basically I am all alone with nothing to do just like I always wanted. Am I happy ? No, not a bit.
I am absolutely not liking the peace at home. I am so used to those constant shoutings that the house now seems like a grave yard to me. I called my kids around 3 times in the past one hour and they seem to be enjoying without me with their grandparents. I tried begging my father to drop them back and he seems to be soaking in the grandchild grandfather feeling.
I never thought this would be this serious when my mother told me about her feelings when my brother left home for his job. She cried for days. It was tough for her. My brother was not even quarter the trouble that my kids are. I wonder what would I do when I get to face that situation.
Being alone is one of the toughest punishments. May be that's why they put hardened criminals in solitary confinements.