Can you scooch way the hell over? Please?

Yesterday Matt and the kids loaded up into a car to head out to Utah to visit his parents. They will be gone for 6 days and 5 nights, the longest they have been with him and away from me. Although I started missing them about 20 seconds after I said good-bye, I am so happy for some space.
I sometimes wonder if this ongoing need for space and tranquility is indicative of me being in the wrong sort of prefession. Isn’t mothering giving and tolerant by nature? I try, but I still end up wishing I could just have a little space on a daily basis. And then I start to wonder if maybe women who actually plan to have children ever want for a bit of breathing room. Does it make a difference? Had I planned any of the three, would it be different? Really, who knows, and at this point it is silly to even ask that question.
But just for tonight I am immensely enjoying my space. My mother and I got some red wine that has no added migraine inducing sulphites. We toasted to traditions new and memories dear.
I miss the little ruffians but I am reveling in just sitting. And sitting.