This is a place for me. This is a place where I don't have to answer to the seemingly endless calls of "I'm hungry," from my five-year-old, or the simpler but perhaps more irritating phrase, "Eat!" from my two-year-old.
This is a place where I don't need to keep picking up the Cheerios strewn about the living room floor or the toys that inevitably end up all over the house every God-forsaken day.
This is a place where I can put myself first. This is a place where I can figure out how to meet my own needs.
This is a place for anyone who ever looked at their life with dissatisfaction and thought, "I have it all. Why am I not deliriously happy every moment of the day?"