Are you ever glad of really simple escapes post children? For instance I took DS to the library the other day and put him in a children's craft group thing. I was told to stick around but within shouting distance so plopped my arse down on a chair in the corner and pretty much sat motionless and mindless for about an hour. it was bliss. I didn't even look at a book!
I wasn't working. I wasn't driving. I wasn't giving ds a bath or giving him his dinner or cleaning up. I was doing absolutely nothing.
I've also got this guy thing where I love to go to the local DIY car wash and valet place (theres loads of them here) and spend a couple hours hoovering the car, wiping the dash, pressure washing the car and all the matts, re-hoovering the water out of the matts, buying a little smelly "new car" smell air freshener. It's like going to a spa for me.
I laughed when a colleague told me about how he went golfing for the first time since his kids were born. It pissed down with rain the whole time, it was like a mud bog, the club house was closed and all they could buy to eat was a bacon roll from a little van down the road. He sat there chewing on his undercooked bacon roll and said to his childless young mate "this is great isn't it!!?" and his mate looked at him like he was f**king bonkers.