I find it to be really important to carve out time for myself. Yes, one could argue that I get time to myself when the little one is sleeping, but those moments are often filled with the rush to eat lunch, do laundry, load the dishwasher, etc. One needs to be able to take a step back and leave the house alone.
Let me tell you, it isn't easy.
Finally, thanks to the miracle that is my husband, I now have Sunday mornings all to myself. He is in charge of little M, and I am free to go out to do whatever it is I please. Which is, at the moment, a yoga class. I found one just down the street that starts at 10:15 and has an amazing teacher. I'm sure I'll write the review for that studio soon (especially for the prenatal pilates class... here's hoping I can sign up next month ;)).
It feels like heaven to go there and not feel guilty, knowing that my child and my husband are having some amazing quality time together, while I have some amazing quality time with myself (and my girlfriend, who is also attending the class).
Now, all this freedom didn't come cheap. In exchange for having Sunday morning to myself, my husband now gets Saturday mornings to himself, and he plans to go for a long bike ride now that the weather is so much better. But... that is OK. I am willing to be a single parent for a few hours if he is. And who wouldn't want to spend time with this little monkey??