Then along came children.
My opportunity to relax is now crammed into an hour at the end of the day, while gentle snores come from the bedrooms, when jobs are done, when I am so tired that any real appreciation for this moment of relaxation is consumed with exhaustion and mental to-do lists for tomorrow.
But for a few minutes, before I can resist my drooping eyelids no longer, I read. I lose myself in the pages of a book where others live in my imagination leaving no room for anything except their story.
This is relaxation for me.
Review of 'Buddha in the Attic' by Julie Otsuka to follow.
Joining in with Sticky Fingers and the prompt of 'relax' for The Gallery