I don't like 'Alone Time,' and here's why.
As my son is approaching his fourth birthday, I find that my days at home with him are feeling longer and longer. He's pretty much completely ditched naps except when it's totally inconvenient for me, like at 5pm when we're making a quick trip to the grocery store because we forgot something for dinner and OUT HE GOES! He's incredibly bossy, he makes me play pretend all day (which is not fun when everything I do is wrong), he's become a master at pushing my buttons, and he has endless energy. Literally, NONSTOP. Constantly moving, running, jumping off furniture, chasing the dogs around the house... you name it, he's doing it. Yesterday as I was finishing up my workday, I noticed a woman, probably in her late 20's-early 30's, sitting at a table by herself. She ordered a sangria and a salad. Her long, dark hair was perfectly flowing in the wind, her makeup was pristine, and her cute physique proved that she obviously works out. She sat outside,