Sitting in the bathroom.
I’m hiding again.
I hear the boy crying again over the wrong shirt….or whatever. My husband is getting mad at him. Yeah that’ll make matters better.
The calm of the bathroom almost envelopes me, taking me in with its promise of peace and quiet and a good hair day.
I’m sitting in the bathroom little too long.
Hiding again from the screams of a life that just wrong go away.
When will this get manageable?
Lord Jesus I can t do this without you