A three and a half hour train ride of blissful, near silence.
A 10 minute cab ride, with a drive that neither talk to me, screamed at someone in a foreign language on his phone, or played horribly music.
An hour in my friend Amy's empty apartment spent in total quiet.
A stroll through her New York neighborhood with no one to push in a stroller, or demand to be carried.
Lunch with only myself for company and no little fingers picking food off of my plate for the first time in years.
A bag that I keep checking inside of because it feels so light, not weighed down my countless matchbox cars and lovies and sippy cups.
Three more hours where I do not have to speak to a soul; I don't have to answer any questions or wipe any bottoms or break up any fights. There may even be a nap in my future.
Dinner tonight with adults, where I can have more than one glass of wine. More than two, even.
Hello, me time. I've missed you.
(Full Disclosure: I've called home to check up on the guys no less than five times. So there's that.)