L.U.
Well, I will tell you who doesn't control my time. Me.
I feel the same way. Kids, husband, family, friends...all seem to want a piece of me. So here's what I do...
Yes, my son needs me to drive him to practice 3 times a week. Well, I get to sit in the car (since it's freezing!) and make phone calls to my friends, read a book, or have a smoke. So, while my time is still my son's...it's mine too. Does that make sense?
I don't know when I will ever get to say "YES, I want to do that!" and not have to check with everyone else's schedule to make sure it fits in.
But, I wouldn't change it. Sometimes I want some sympathy,sometimes I want to throw a tantrum, sometimes I want just ONE FRICKIN' MINUTE TO MYSELF...but then I have to tell myself that being single wasn't all that great either.
L.