No such thing as 'me time'

Right now I should be wrapped in my pjs whilst eating a late dinner post spin class. Instead I'm wrapped in my pjs, no dinner, no spin class. The second time this has happened this week. The reason..me forever having to deal with the kids.

The gym is the only time I get out the house ALONE! No kids fighting for my attention. I don't even get to shower or pee alone. This is motherhood. So I like the gym, me time. 

Instead I'm doing my motherly duties which made me late for my classes this week. I'm especially annoyed tonight as I was sitting with flynn whilst he ate his dinner, nicely,  which he NEVER does. Realised I then only had 5 minutes to get isla fed and in bed. Whilst rushing isla into bed I asked lee if he could drop me off instead of me catching the bus but no he's had too many drinks. I got dressed and ran out the house, forgot my drink, got said drink, run to bus stop. Bus drives past. FML. Wait 10 minutes, not going to make it. Stomp home.

Me time is fucked.

In need of a holiday.

Some one pleeeease let me have a holiday. I'm drownimg in stay at home mum rubbishness. My choice to stay at home yes, but I need a break. Away. Away from here. Away from all the things giving me palpitations. Ill invite the kids and Lee I suppose. As long as we're away from here. Lake District dounds lovely. Or Cornwall. I like the sound of a log cabin or teepee some where with beautiful views and quiteness and peace.

Bank man says no. So maybe I'm not asking for the holiday but the funds. Anyone?