This morning was a doozy. I completely lost my composure and let out a whisper-shout, “WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON IN THIS CHAOTIC HOUSE?!” I didn’t intend to. In fact, right after that outburst, guilt hit me like a rogue wave. The worst part? My serene morning had turned into utter mayhem.
Let’s rewind just 15 minutes. The kids were zooming around the living room, a delightful scent of burnt toast filled the air, and the coffee maker had just celebrated its completion with a cheerful ding! My partner and I were awkwardly maneuvering around each other in the kitchen, both reaching for coffee supplies like it was an Olympic relay.
Before anyone else could beat me to it, I declared with my authoritative Mom Voice, paired with a “Don’t Mess With Me” glare, that I was headed to the bathroom. I made my way to my private haven, hoping for a moment of peace.
As soon as I shut the bathroom door, I took a deep sip of hot coffee and let out a sigh of relief. Here it was—my little sanctuary away from the morning chaos. But, of course, this wasn’t a peaceful household.
As I was peeling off my yoga pants and rummaging through the linen closet for my favorite towel, I guzzled my coffee like a wild mom in need because, let’s face it, hot coffee is worth its weight in gold.
Barely two minutes into my little escape, I spotted tiny fingers frantically stretching under the door. Small voices erupted with questions while I tried to stay quiet. Maybe if I just pretend I’m not here, they’ll forget about me?
“Mommy? Are you peeing?…Are you poooooping?! (laughter)
Mom? MOM?…MOOOMMMMMM! What are you doing in there?!”
Honestly, I was just trying to find a few moments of tranquility in the loo. It dawned on me that my family probably believed some wild adventures were taking place behind that closed door, imagining scenarios like:
- I’m being abducted.
- My secret decoder ring is signaling new orders.
- A dinosaur is having lunch with me.
- I’m hoarding all the chocolate and not sharing.
- I accidentally fell into the toilet.
- I’ve forgotten where I am.
- I’m plotting the world’s most epic timeouts.
- I’m hiding the TV remote.
- I’m making a break for it.
- Santa and the Tooth Fairy are asking for updates.
- I’m on a top-secret phone call.
- I’m contacting the Mother Ship.
- My feet are transforming into flippers for a swim in the bathtub.
- I’m checking if they actually brushed their teeth.
- I’m concocting revenge plans.
- I’m flushing race cars down the toilet.
- The shower has transformed into a squirt gun.
- An octopus is teaching me a new language.
- I’m hiding all the good stuff.
So there I was, sipping coffee, reading a book, and trying to take care of business while dreaming about washing my hair with fancy shampoo. Suddenly, the door swung wide open.
In walked my partner, asking, “Hey, have you seen my blankety-blank-blank?!” At least, that’s what I thought I heard before two little tornadoes burst in.
One child wanted a hug and a chance to pull my hair, while the other rambled off a million questions about why I was sitting down, why I was drinking coffee in the bathroom, and why my hair was tied up like a bear. That was my moment of realization: I would never have the luxury of a bathroom break alone again. I waved my Mom flag and accepted the universal truth that moms just don’t get bathroom solitude.
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In summary, motherhood is a whirlwind of chaos and humor, especially when it comes to those elusive moments of peace we all crave—even if they’re just in the bathroom.