A break

I'm missing my sweet girl tonight. It is ironic that sometimes I can feel in my soul that I need a bit of a break for a little alone time, but then I long to hug her and laugh with her. Cami and I have an amazingly strong bond, which is wonderful. I'm truly blessed. But she comes to my bed EVERY SINGLE night. I reach a point where I just need a little "me" time. I don't want an animal or a child touching me, or climbing on me. 24/7 adds up quickly, especially for someone who is so fiercly independent. I get overwhelmed at times with working full time, soccer practice, grocery store, cleaning, cooking dinner, being a disciplinarian, paying bills, etc. Then do it all over again beginning at 5:30 a.m. the next day. I feel guilty about needing/wanting a break, but I do feel refreshed when I get it. I also tend to not even want to see friends when she's gone. I truly am THAT tapped out that I can't bring myself to be social. So, she has been gone an entire 10 hours and I miss her terribly. Sigh. Enough break...