When I say "sleep" what I actually mean is a Friday night as a 20 something in my flat where I lived by myself and, once a month or so, would come home via the M&S at Waterloo where I would have bought various treats, get home, put my PJs on, put the food on the coffee table, make a pot of tea and (forward planning for slightly later) put a bottle of wine in the ice bucket and pick up my book and then go and sit on the sofa and just not move (well, other than to eat and drink and flick between channels) and then, at a time completely of my own choosing and knowing I had no plans until after lunch the next day, go to bed where I could sleep a responsibility free sleep, get up, shower in a shower set up just for me & only with my pots and potions, make a coffee and go and sit in the garden or the sitting room. Yes, the sitting room would still be slightly messy from the night before but it is my mess. Just made by me. No one else. And then I might put on a load of washing. Or I might not as, as one person and in a job where I wore dry clean suits most of the time, I didn't create much washing. Most importantly, at no point during any of that would anyone ask me for anything, moan about me or expect me to listen to random tales. Unless I chose to call someone or answer a call from someone else, I wouldn't even have to speak to someone.
I could do all of the above knowing that, whilst I was being totally indulgent, it didn't matter to anyone else. There was no guilt factor that I should instead be doing something with or for the DC or that X needed sorting out etc. I just got to do what I wanted to do and, if I didn't do it, the only person I was letting down was myself.
I should also say there were other Friday nights where I'd come home and sit there weeping as I worried whether I'd ever meet anyone and have a long term relationship and children.
As I can't be transported back in time for a 24 hour period, a tray for the bath would be appreciated along with flowers.