It's easy to become absorbed in the parenting role; in the irrevocably mega job that is raising a whole other person. Me-time is perhaps the thing I miss most about the pre-baby days. Luna's visible breakdown may have triggered my own that day, but I wasn't crying solely because she was. I didn't know how much more poignant my day-to-day anxieties would be. We're told to sacrifice so much of the people we once were, or could be, in the aid of being more present and available for our kids. Why the toilet, some may ask? Her face crumpled as chunky tears fell down her cheeks and into her ears. Surely taking a stroll in the open air would be more calming. When I sat on the daycare toilet on the aforementioned afternoon, I was anything but happy.