This morning, it happened. I completely lost my cool and whisper-yelled, “WHAT ON EARTH IS WRONG WITH EVERYONE IN THIS HOUSE?!” I hadn’t intended to explode like that. Almost instantly, guilt washed over me like a tidal wave. To make matters worse, my once peaceful haven was now in shambles.
Let’s rewind just a bit.
Fifteen minutes prior, the kids were zooming around the living room like little tornadoes. The smell of burnt toast lingered in the air, and the coffee maker had just given a cheerful ding! Meanwhile, my partner and I were navigating the kitchen like two ships passing in the night, desperately trying to grab half-and-half, coffee cups, and spoons without knocking each other over.
Before chaos could take over, I declared my intention to use the bathroom, employing my Mom Voice mixed with the I-Just-Woke-Up-Don’t-Mess-With-Me Glare. It was imperative that everyone understood I was not to be disturbed. With a quick pivot, I dashed to the other end of the house.
Once I closed the bathroom door, I took a big gulp of hot coffee and let out a sigh of blissful relief. At last, I was alone. The world outside was a storm of morning madness, but inside this tiny sanctuary, I found solace. Here, civilized folks know not to barge in uninvited.
Unfortunately, this is anything but a civilized household.
As I peeled off my yoga pants and damp tee, rummaging through the linen closet for my favorite towel, I indulged in my coffee like a wild mom on a mini vacation. Not even two minutes into my escape, I noticed tiny fingers desperately stretching beneath the door. Small voices erupted with a flurry of questions while I tried my best to remain silent. Maybe if I stay quiet, they won’t realize I’m here?
“Mommy? Are you peeing? …Are you pooooping?!” (laughter)
“Mom? MOM?… MOOOOMMMMMM! What are you doing in there?!”
I couldn’t help but think, I’m hiding from you all! I’m just trying to enjoy a moment of peace in the bathroom and ponder why mothers can’t catch a break when it comes to basic hygiene.
In that moment, I realized my family must believe I’m involved in some sort of top-secret operation each time I close that door. Here’s a glimpse into what they must think is happening:
- I’m being held hostage.
- My secret decoder ring is giving me new instructions.
- A dinosaur has taken me.
- I’m devouring all the chocolate and won’t share.
- I fell into the toilet.
- I’m stuck on the floor and can’t get up.
- I’ve completely lost track of time.
- I’m scheming the worst timeouts imaginable.
- I’m hiding the TV remote.
- I’m planning my escape.
- Santa and the Tooth Fairy are demanding updates.
- I’m on the phone, and therefore, must be interrupted.
- I’m contacting the Mother Ship.
- My feet have transformed into flippers for an aquatic adventure.
- I’m checking their toothbrushes to ensure they actually brushed.
- I’m plotting revenge on everyone.
- I’m flushing toy cars down the toilet.
- The shower has become a giant squirt gun.
- An octopus is teaching me French.
- I’m stashing all the hidden treasures.
So there I was, reading a book and sipping my coffee, already dreaming of the luxurious moment when I would wash my hair with delightful shampoo… only to have the door swing open.
My partner strolled in, casually asking, “Hey, Honey, have you seen my blankety-blank-blank?!” Or at least, that’s what I heard right before two little whirlwinds burst into the bathroom.
One child wanted a hug, a hair tug, and to gnaw on my slipper. The other bombarded me with a million questions about why I was sitting down to pee, why I was drinking something in the bathroom, and why my hair was pulled back (apparently, I looked like a bear).
In that moment, I surrendered to the universal truth that as a mom, bathroom time is a luxury I will never again enjoy alone.
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Summary
Motherhood is a whirlwind of chaos and laughter, often accompanied by a lack of personal space, especially when it comes to bathroom breaks. The reality of trying to find a moment of peace amidst the noise of family life is a universal experience for mothers everywhere. From the comical misunderstandings of children to the chaotic demands that come with parenting, it’s clear that moms will always be multitasking, even in the bathroom.