1 week turned into 2,5

We went on a one-week holiday.
Then came the stomach virus.
The kids got sick. I got sick. BM didn’t want to take them because they were sick, so our one-week schedule has now somehow become 2.5 weeks together.
No camp. No kindergarten. No friends. I’m working from home. Everyone is constantly home. Privacy has become a distant memory from another lifetime.
And honestly, the kids are being sweet. They’re not doing anything wrong. We’re getting along, everyone is surviving, nobody has been launched into the sun.
But dear God, today I would sell a small organ just to turn back time for one single day, to when it was only me and my dog.
Silence. Peace. The AC blasting at a completely irresponsible temperature. Me lying on the sofa in a tank top and underwear, ordering an obscene amount of junk food, watching a good murder documentary instead of cartoons, and eating without two small people staring at my plate like suspicious customs officers.
Then I’d fall asleep in a food coma, wake up, take my dog for a long peaceful walk, come home to my clean flat, open a bottle of wine, and continue doing absolutely nothing with the only creature in the house who doesn’t ask me questions.
Again: the kids are lovely.
I just miss being a barely dressed little sofa goblin in my own quiet home.😫