I’m writing this post from a Panera Bread cafe.

I’m using their free wi-fi, drinking a cup of coffee.  One empty plate sits next to me.  It used to hold an egg and cheese sandwich.

I’m alone.  For the first time in almost three years, it’s 10am and I’m completely alone.

Gerry is at baseball camp.  Howie is at his extended school year summer program.

And my little two-and-a-half year old Lewis?  He’s at his first early intervention drop-off playgroup.

He qualified for it because he’s now receiving home speech services.  It’s the first time I’ve ever left him…anywhere.

Last night I sent some friends a message on Facebook:

So Lewis starts his first EI drop off group tomorrow. On one hand, this will be the first alone time I’ve had in 2 1/2 years. On the other hand, I really wish he wasn’t eligible to go to an EI drop off group.

My friends had the best responses (of course):

Totally hear you. But he’s getting what he needs. That’s a really, really good thing.


He is getting what he needs and you can take a moment to breathe. Xo


Big picture- he is getting what he needs and that alone is awesome. Bigger picture- YOU GET TIME ALONE!!!! Now hear me, woman…listen good. Do NOT use that time to clean a damn thing. Get yourself a good book- FICTION or something else that interests you that is NOT about {autismspecialneedssensory​processingdisorderearlyint​erventiontherapy} or anything like that. Take said book and get thyself to a Starbucks or a favorite cafe or lunch spot and – wait for it- LEISURELY sip a beverage of choice


Go get a pedicure during your alone time. Oh, wait….

(that’s from a friend who really knows how much I hate people touching my feet…)

So here I am.  My kids are doing they things they need to do.  Playing ball outside, making marshmallow men at summer school, and…playing with kids their own age.

And I’m getting what I need too.  Time to write.  Time to drink my coffee before it goes cold.  Perhaps even time to go to the bathroom alone.

Time for…me.

90 more minutes.  Excuse me while I go refill my cup.

off to playgroup

"Play with kids?"

I drink alone, yeah
With nobody else
I drink alone, yeah
With nobody else
You know when I drink alone
I prefer to be by myself” – I Drink Alone by George Thorogood