For my birthday I decided I wanted a day of luxury: that my husband would drive me to fun activities, reappear when I was done, pay, and then take me on to the next fun activity, which he'd pay for as well. I was imagining living that way—how great that would be... like a princess. Then it hit me—this is my children's life. Why do I allow my life to be full or stress, worry and recriminations, and not treat myself as well as I do my children?
