Is it entire selfish of me to come home at 10:30 and all I wanted was to write on a blog and have 3 Oreo cookies and milk while my hubby hinted at me 3 times he was going to bed?

Let’s see.

1 hour commute to work at 7:30 a.m.
Worked from 9 a.m. to 6 p.m.
Attended an autobiographical workshop from 7:30-9:30.
Dropped off 2 girls from the workshop at their apartments around USC.
Got home at 10:30.

So 10 minutes of me time. I can live with that.