My mother never let me take mental health days from school. I had to actually be sick, or I was going to go. This probably had to do with her and my dad being teachers and having a strong commitment to my education. But I was still jealous of friends who, every now and then, could just take the day off.
Now that I'm a grown up, I still find that I have days where I'd just like to take it off. Not that I don't love my family and my life, but sometimes I just need some time that's mine, or that's spent with grown-ups. And now that I'm an adult, I can.
So today, after lunch, I left home, husband, and children, and went to a friend's house. We played World of Warcraft (remember, I'm a geek girl), ate, and had grown up conversations about grown up things.
Now I'm back home, and I feel much more refreshed. I feel ready to handle what the kids throw at me (not that they're allowed to throw things, mind you). And sometimes I think I have to be away to really enjoy coming home.