My husband works. A lot. Meaning I’m with my kids….always. I beg for a moments peace. For just a minute to collect my thoughts in silence. To tackle a project that seems near impossible with tiny curious hands grabbing and pulling.⠀ To breath.⠀ So why is it that when that shiny golden opportunity presents itself for TWO WHOLE childless hours, that my heart suddenly aches at the thought of it. That I instantly start rationalizing all the reasons I don’t need some time to myself. That I lie to myself and say I can do it all. ⠀ Why?⠀ Motherhood is crazy like that. You can simultaneously be desperate for…