Getting back to being me

I don't get breaks, I'm the first one awake and last one asleep. I work and I'm a stay at home mom. I've been burning both ends. I'm the last priority. I cook every meal from scratch. I will go without. Shoot as I type this I am wearing my husband's old saddles from 5 years ago. He has new ones. My feet swelled so bad from each baby I never bought myself new ones. Youngest Baby is one. I don't get time to myself. Husband does. Last night he told me I could do whatever I wanted with my Sunday no kids. I needed time to do whatever I want without small humans needing me. I slept in an extra hour. I bought two pairs of shoes. I bought clothes and I used gift cards that I never have had a chance to. I got coffee I didn't have to make and a sandwich I didn't make and it's hot. I sat quietly in the corner no one in my lap no one spilling on me. I got back to me even for a brief moment I felt like a person again.