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.
Mama
Mama
Mama
Mama
Mama
67 times that word rang in my ears.
This is why mothers are so touched out.
This is why we stay awake so late knowing we’re going to regret it in the morning.
This is why we are always quick to snap.