The Invasion
“I’m going to take a shower now. No hitting, fighting or screaming, okay?”
“Okay, Mommy,” says my eldest.
Before the water gets hot, before I can even heave
my pregnant self behind the curtain they are here- invading my space. Three
beings crammed into the smallest room in the house.
There’s been a quarrel. One
is screaming about a Barbie. The other is crying, “Pick up you! Pick up, mama!”
Against my better judgment, I get in the shower. A
struggle begins with the little one; repeated attempts to keep the shower
curtain closed. I ultimately lose the battle.
Her big sister wonders aloud if it’s snack time;
it’s been 20 minutes since breakfast.
And then, all of a sudden, silence. I am alone
again. When I emerge from the bathroom, there they are together, curled up in
my bed, quietly turning pages of a storybook. All is forgiven.
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