A Secret Weeknight Ritual

This week has been ungodly boring in the office, so when I got home tonight, I found myself needing something different, a way to escape the mundane adult life for a while. I started indulging my little space desires, taking on the role of Daddy and tending to someone younger than me, me, regressed into a state of innocence and carefree joy. It's shameful to even type this out, but it’s also oddly liberating in its privacy. Am I the only one who feels like this? Would anyone else admit to having similar rituals during their boring weeknights?