I do not know how many times I have lamented the fact that I need some time alone. Much as I love my son, there are moments when I crave for the time to do something without being interrupted by a toddler who needs my full attention.

In my mind, I have so many plans. Too many that if I map it all out, I would probably need 2 whole months alone.

Note that from time to time, I do get some time off. Time when I can play hooky and do whatever I need to do, while my son happily plays with his mates in the Kindergarten.

From time to time, I also find myself with a couple of evenings alone during business trips. Time when I can actually be productive by writing up a storm.

But even as I find myself with all those free time wherein I could do at least half of what I have been dreaming of doing, I still find myself doing the exact opposite. Instead, when I have a free day at home, I find myself waking up early just in time to tell my husband that he should not bring my son to the kindergarten. All because I wanted time alone WITH my son.

And when I do find myself alone in the evenings, far away from home, you will not see me typing away in my laptop. Instead, I spend each night, calling home. Many times.

Much as I complain, in the end, I still would want to spend the free time that I have with my son. I still would rather have time alone WITH him than spend that time doing something else. I still would rather bond with him and let everything else wait. Perhaps, when he is older and would rather be out with friends than stay home with me, I can then do what I have been planning to do when I finally get my time alone.