The Universal Reality of Motherhood

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This morning, I reached my breaking point. I found myself whisper-yelling, “WHAT IS GOING ON WITH EVERYONE IN THIS HOUSE?!” It was unintentional, and immediately after my outburst, I felt a wave of guilt crash over me. The most disheartening aspect was that my tranquil space had been shattered.

Let’s rewind 15 minutes.

The kids were racing around the living room, the unmistakable scent of burnt toast lingered in the air, and the coffee maker just chimed with its celebratory ding! My partner and I were awkwardly maneuvering through the kitchen, each trying to grab half-and-half, coffee cups, and spoons without colliding.

Before chaos could escalate further, I declared my need for a bathroom break. I employed my authoritative Mom Voice paired with a warning glare that clearly communicated I needed uninterrupted time. With that, I swiftly made my way to the other end of the house.

Once I shut the bathroom door, I took a hearty gulp of hot coffee and sighed with pure relief. I was finally alone in this small sanctuary of peace. Outside the door, the morning madness continued, but within these four walls, I had entered a world where privacy should reign.

However, this is not a typical household. As I began to unwind, removing my yoga pants and searching for a favorite towel, I absentmindedly gulped my coffee like a desperate mother. As I settled in for my brief moment of solitude, small fingers began to push against the door. I could hear their frantic questions as I attempted to silence myself. Maybe if I stayed quiet, they wouldn’t realize I was there?

“Mommy? Are you peeing? Are you poooooping?! (laughter) Mom? MOM? MOOOMMMM! What are you doing in there?!”

Oh, if only they knew I was just seeking a moment of silence to reflect on why mothers struggle to find even a moment of privacy for basic hygiene. I imagined what my family might think was happening behind closed doors:

• I am being abducted.
• My secret mission is underway.
• A dinosaur is devouring me.
• I am hoarding chocolate and will not share.
• I fell into the toilet.
• I’m plotting elaborate timeouts.
• I’m stashing the remote control.
• I’m conspiring with mythical beings for updates.
• I’m checking to ensure toothbrushes were used.

In the midst of sipping coffee and taking care of business, I was envisioning the future moments of self-care that would come after this brief interlude. But suddenly, the door swung open. My partner strolled in, “Hey, have you seen my—” followed by two little ones charging through the door.

One child wanted a hug and to tug at my hair, while the other bombarded me with questions about why I was seated, what I was drinking, and why my hair was tied back like a bear. At that moment, I understood: I would never again experience a bathroom break alone. I waved my white flag of motherhood, accepting the universal truth that mothers simply can’t enjoy private time in the bathroom.

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Summary:

Motherhood often comes with chaotic moments and a lack of personal space, especially when it comes to basic hygiene practices like using the bathroom. This humorous reflection highlights the universal truth that mothers rarely find solitude as they juggle the demands of family life.