It's what we all talk about in during those long playgroup conversations when the babes are small: sleep. I used to daydream about a hotel room and tell my husband that's all I wanted for my birthday. He was all for it until I mentioned I wanted to be ALONE in the room to sleep and sleep and sleep some more. When I finally did go away for a weekend in Ashland, Oregon when my second baby was two, I had a hard time leaving the quiet, comfy bed in the hotel. If we hadn't had those tickets to see plays (oh, wait--we didn't have them, since I'd left them back in Sacramento...), I would have stayed in bed watching trashy TV all weekend.

If this sounds familiar to you, check out Adrienne Martini's excellent piece on AustinMama.com.