Need Alone Time? Go To The Bathroom
During the witching hour in my house (6-7 p.m.), Iâ€™ll often proclaim to my family: â€œMommyâ€™s going to the bathroom now.â€ Itâ€™s really my way of telling them that Iâ€™m annoyed and need a five-minute time out from their whining. But both my sons â€“ and hubby, too â€“ actually believe that I need to use the bathroom.
So upstairs I go, armed with my trusty iPhone, into the bathroom. I lock the door and sit on the toilet (seat down ÂÂâ€“ I donâ€™t really have to go). I respond to emails. Play a couple round of Words With Friends. Sometimes I even call my sister to catch up on the day.
Five minutes in and thereâ€™s always the inevitable, â€œMommeeeeeeee?!â€ from downstairs. Thatâ€™s when I shout down, â€œFive more minutes!â€ and proceed to check Facebook, shape my eyebrows, examine my pores in the mirror. The bathroom is my refuge. Itâ€™s cramped and humid and not the most comfortable but, hey, it has a lock on the door and it always gives off the illusion Iâ€™m attending to more important business.
Iâ€™ll never forget one friend telling me how she locked herself in the bathroom when her 4-year-old daughter was on hour two of a major meltdown. The little girl was safe â€“ she wasnâ€™t going to injure herself â€“ but she was driving my friend nuts. And so into the bathroom she went as her daughter pounded on the door. â€œI had one of those rare moments where I thought I was going to hurt my child,â€ my friend revealed (for the record, she has never hurt her child). â€œSo I headed to bathroom to collect myself. It was the smartest move ever.â€
I shared this story with my mom, who admitted that she did the same thing when I was a little girl. (Fortunately, I have zero memory of this.) She says itâ€™s actually a responsible thing to do, and I agree. When youâ€™ve reached your limit as a mom, fake stomach cramps and hide out in the bathroom. Your family will never knowâ€¦