The Truth About ‘Me Time’

Let’s be honest—I get overstimulated a LOT.

I’m a mom. I’m a wife. I juggle emotions, schedules, meals, laundry, meltdowns (mine and theirs), and about 47 tabs in my brain at any given moment.

So when life feels too loud, too full, too much… I go to my husband and sit in his lap.

Yes, like a child.

Yes, I know how that sounds.

And no, I don’t feel silly about it anymore.

Because that man? He is my person.

My grounding place.

The one who sees me holding everything together—and gently reminds me I don’t have to.

Not alone.

My Version of ‘Me Time’ Looks Like This:

It’s not always a bubble bath.

It’s not a weekend away.

It’s not a locked bathroom door and a candle (though, let’s be real, I wouldn’t say no to that either).

Sometimes, me time is crawling into his lap after a long, chaotic day.

Sometimes it’s just sitting there quietly while he holds me and tells me I’m doing a great job.

It’s the moment I get to stop performing and just… exist.

No expectations. No responsibilities. No noise.

He’s the Calm in My Chaos

This man walks through the door after working his own full day and still—still—chooses to take part of my load.

He makes dinner when I can’t.

He gives me the softest space to land when I’m emotionally bruised.

He doesn’t tell me to “take a break”—he makes sure I do.

And that’s love.

That’s partnership.

That’s me time, gifted to me in the shape of his arms.

Your ‘Me Time’ Might Look Different—And That’s OK

Maybe yours is journaling with your coffee.

Maybe it’s hiding in the pantry with a chocolate bar.

Maybe it’s walking around Target aimlessly.

The point is: You’re allowed to have it.

You need to have it.

And it’s not a luxury—it’s mental health maintenance.

So Here’s Your Permission, Momma:

Take five minutes.

Even if it means crawling into a lap like a kid.

Even if your to-do list says otherwise.

Even if your version of “rest” doesn’t look like anyone else’s.

You are allowed to feel held.

You are allowed to rest.

And if no one has told you lately—you’re doing an incredible job.

If this hit home—even a little—please share it with another mom who might need permission to rest. 💛

And if your version of “me time” looks different than mine, I’d love to hear about it. Drop a comment or message me—I see you, Momma.

You are not alone.

And you don’t have to hold it all alone, either.