this morning #653.

this morning, through the bathroom door, each child was shouting a separate demand at her, tugging at the very fabric of her parenting skills while she tried to get a moment of peace & take a dump. the boy was going on again about how he couldn’t find his car keys, as if she had any idea what he’d done with them. her daughter was absolutely distraught about the lack of clothes in her closet. she couldn’t recall being this needy as a teen. perhaps she had coddled them too much? perhaps their anxiety was society’s fault? whatever it was, she wasn’t really in a position to help them, especially from the toilet. they’d have to work out their issues on their own for once.