The boys are out today. I woke, late, to silence. I was able to wander starkers to the utility room where my favourite pyjama bottoms were airing without any fear of horrifying my son. Make coffee uninterrupted and without having to speak.
Take it to my room and shut the door without feeling any sense of guilt at shutting myself away, and just be.
I wouldn't chose to live alone all the time, but sometimes it is nice not to have to think about anyone else. Is that selfish?*
*As well as indulging my inner hermit today, I've also: washed a load of towels, cleaned the bathroom, washed last night's dishes, and I have a pot of stew (made last night) bubbling on the stove for their hungry arrival.