There are exactly 3 more sleeps.
Three more sleeps until:
I go away for three nights with only grown ups. No men, no children.
I like men. And children. Just not all the time.
I do not have to cook one single thing.
I like food. I just don't want to cook it all the time.
I get to learn and listen and see and do whatever I want.
I like being told what to do and having a schedule. Just not all the time.
I get to sleep in a bed all by myself. Well, me and Paisley, of course.
I like my marriage bed. Just not all the time.
Three more sleeps. And then I get some me time. It's been too long since I had some of that.