This morning, I reached my breaking point. In a moment of utter frustration, I found myself whisper-yelling, “WHAT IS WRONG WITH EVERYONE IN THIS HOUSE?!” It wasn’t my intention to lash out, but the guilt hit me like a tidal wave right afterward. The worst part? My peaceful escape had been shattered.
Let’s rewind by just 15 minutes. The children were racing around the living room, the scent of burnt toast hung in the air, and the coffee maker had just chimed its victorious tune. My partner and I were stumbling over each other in the kitchen, trying to grab the half-and-half and coffee mugs without creating chaos.
Before chaos could ensue, I firmly declared my need for a bathroom break, wielding my “Mom Voice” coupled with a “Don’t Mess With Me” glare to ensure my family understood I needed uninterrupted time. I swiftly made my way to the sanctuary at the other end of the house.
Once the door was closed behind me, I took a long sip of hot coffee and let out a deep sigh of relief. At last, I was alone. The outside world was a symphony of morning chaos, but within the walls of the bathroom, I had found my own little paradise where interruptions were not allowed.
However, civilized moments are rare in this household. As I peeled off my sticky yoga pants and searched for my favorite towel, I sipped my coffee like a starved beast, knowing that enjoying coffee while hot is a rare luxury.
But not two minutes into my escape, panic-driven tiny fingers appeared under the door, accompanied by a chorus of small voices each asking a barrage of questions. My instinct was to remain silent, hoping that if they couldn’t hear me, I might just vanish from their minds.
“Mommy? Are you peeing?… Are you poooooping?” (laughter)
“Mom? MOM?… MOOOMMMMMM! What are you doing in there?!”
The truth? I was hiding from my little ones, seeking a precious moment of solitude to ponder the universe’s fairness regarding a mother’s right to basic hygiene.
As I sat there, I began to realize what my family must think happens anytime I steal a moment alone in the bathroom:
- I’m being abducted.
- My secret decoder ring is issuing new commands.
- A dinosaur has taken me hostage.
- I’m consuming all the world’s chocolate and refusing to share.
- I’ve fallen into the toilet.
- My back has given out, and I’m stuck on the floor.
- I’ve lost my sense of awareness.
- I’m crafting the most dreadful timeouts imaginable.
- I’m hiding the remote for the TV.
- I’m planning my great escape.
- Santa and the Tooth Fairy are checking in for updates.
- I’m on a critical phone call that must be interrupted.
- I’m communicating with the Mother Ship.
- I’m checking to see if they really brushed their teeth.
- I’m plotting my revenge on the entire household.
- I’m flushing toy cars down the toilet.
- The shower has transformed into a gigantic squirt gun.
- An octopus is teaching me French.
- I’m concealing everything possible.
Seated with a book, coffee in hand, I was ready to enjoy a moment of serenity, daydreaming about washing my hair with delightful-smelling shampoo when the door swung open. My partner strolled in and asked, “Hey, have you seen my blankety-blank-blank?” Just as I processed that, two little ones rushed in.
One child wanted a hug, while the other had an incessant stream of questions about why I was sitting down to pee and why I was drinking coffee in the bathroom. That’s when it hit me: I would never again have the luxury of using the bathroom in peace. I waved my white flag of surrender, embracing the universal truth that mothers are simply unable to enjoy bathroom time alone.
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In summary, motherhood is a chaotic adventure filled with moments of frustration and humor. The quest for solitude, especially in the bathroom, is a universal truth that all moms can relate to.
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