Sometimes (oftentimes?) there's little time for escapism. Especially in between errands, commuting, washing dishes, those spare moments in the car without kids. Sometimes (oftentimes) I'm in a rush during these times. Stressed, checking the clock until I have to leave for the next thing.
You've worked your butt off. School. Job/career. Marriage. Pregnancy. Labor. Kids. Day and night, literally. Before kids you had a lot of time. LOADS of time. You just didn't know it, right? You even had angst over Time in your single days. Remember?