My son called for me 67 times while I was in the shower.
Mind you I started counting halfway in, as a way to keep myself calm and not scream back, so surely it was more than 67 times.
But for the sake of transparency, 67 times.
67 times I listened to him yell ‘mama’ and bang on the bathroom door.
While I stood under the hot water drowning in my tears because I couldn’t bear the sound of his voice anymore and I had no will to reply.
I had no will to keep a conversation going while I was in the shower.
I had no will to keep a conversation going when I desperately needed a few minutes to myself.
Because the coffee just didn’t do it and it was barely 9 a.m.
Because they had been up since 6:45 that morning shouting demands at me.
All I wanted was 10 minutes to myself, but clearly that was too much to ask.
67 times that word rang in my ears.
This is why mothers are so touched out.