On the Importance of Taking a Break

Yesterday I took a break. I don't mean a sit-down-for-five-minutes kind of break. I don't even mean a sneak-in-a-nap-while-everyone-else-is-sleeping break. I mean a Break. I went to another town (Niwot) by myself, looked in the shops (all two of them) by myself, ate in a fabulous restaurant (ColTerra, amazing) by myself, and slept (at the Niwot Inn) by myself. And for a brief time, fewer than 24 hours, I didn't take care of anyone but myself. No computer, no phone calls, no meals to make, mouths to feed, noses to wipe. No clothes to wash, dishes to wash, baths to give, behaviour to correct, tears to dry. Just me and what I wanted to do. Now, as a lifestyle I can't say I recommend it but as a break - perfect. Home, in all its busy chaos, seems so much sweeter after a short time away. The little voices calling mama, the hugs and kisses, and my own bed and pillow are so welcome. Ah, break is over, back to real life. Good.