"Happily married thirtysomething mother of three seeks twenty minutes of goddamn peace and quiet..." Yeah okay, so my marriage isn't totally happy. It's fine, really. It's fine. My husband is a great partner and an amazing father. My kids are— I love my kids, I do. I love my life, mostly.
It's just, sometimes I miss being me, you know? I miss being Amy—just Amy. I mean, the woman I was before... the woman I think, and hope, that I still am deep down, underneath the wife and the mother and all the other hats I wear— beneath all the identities I've had to take on, that have somehow become who I am now.
Sometimes, a mom just wants to be a woman for a change—and I think all moms deserve that, and a dash of spice, too.