4pm on Monday. dh takes dds out to activities. I, though working from home, feel a sort of peace descending on the house and on me.
5pm on Wednesday. I drop dd2 off at an activity: I have an hour before I have to pick dd1 up 30 minutes drive away. I relish the thought of driving slowly while listening to pm on the radio and/or pootling round the supermarket looking for tasty snacklets and/or a nice t-shirt or some random thing I've been meaning to get but keep forgetting.
It's not relief I feel. It's just a wee bit of peace/contentment. And excitement that I could, should the need take me, eat a whole bag of marshmallow or a giant bar of Green and Blacks and no-one would disturb me or be any the wiser.
aaaahhhh.