GUA, I laughed out loud when I read the first line of your first comment above. How absolutely true, and how funny! You also hit the nail on the head, however, about just needing some solitary time. I used to puzzle over why I felt this desperate need to be totally alone sometimes, why I couldn't just relax when I was with my husband and kids. Then one day it hit me: whenever THOSE PEOPLE are around, I reflexively fall into the role of caregiver. Even if they're not asking anything of me at the moment, there's always the chance/potential/likelihood that sooner or later, someone will need something of me, and consequently there's a part of me that always stands at the ready. Consequently, the only time I can truly relax and restore is when I am by myself. When I thought it through, it made me feel less guilty about it. Here's the really funny thing: when I was a kid, my mom would periodically escape to 'rest' or to take a long, solitary bath. During these times, I always felt a little sorry for her because I knew that she was probably sad to be missing time with us. Boy did she have ME buffaloed, right? When I think of it now, I have to laugh, because I'm sure she was sitting in the bathtub thinking, 'Thank GOD! Some time to myself finally!"

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