Oh, for three more hours...

I have time... lots of it. But it isn't mine. It belongs to my son. Day in and day out, I'm "Mama" (or "Meemee" as he also likes to call me) to a toddler and his mercurial moods and boundless energy. And not having the option to take him to the mall or the park or even just outside our building adds to the intense challenge.

If I could have three extra hours to each day, I'd spend it pampering myself. I could read a book, do my nails, listen to music, dance to my heart's content, sing like there's no tomorrow or just to sit quietly in a corner and breathe.