As soon as her feet hit the ground, she is off running.
She wakes up her son and helps him get dressed with one hand while she uses her other hand to get herself dressed. Her husband has the car running. Her daughter needs to brush her hair and find her shoes.
Two hours in the car fighting traffic while she takes one to work and two to school before she can return home.
5 minutes is all she needs. But she knows there aren't 5 minutes to spare. Laundry has piled up, crumbs cover the floor, toys need put away.
She must find something to make for dinner. A PTA meeting is calling her name. The biggest fundraiser of the year is mere days away and she needs to help plan.
5 more minutes is all she needs, but she knows there aren't 5 minutes to spare. Her children are walking out of the doors of the school.
Two more hours are spent in the car before they can all return home to eat dinner. She needs to help her kids with their homework, make their bed snacks, and help them pick out their outfits for the morning.
5 more minutes is all she needs. But she knows there aren't 5 minutes to spare.
Stories must be read, tiny bodies need covered. Hugs and kisses to all.
She steps into the bathroom and closes the door. 5 minutes is all she needs.
Her clothes now lay in a pile by the door. The curtain has been drawn and the water on. She steps in and takes a deep breath. The steam from the water slowly fills the bathroom. The water hits her head. She takes another deep breath. She can feel life returning to her tired body.
The water drips from her hair and down her back. The steam consumes her, yet she feels free. The running, the yelling, the stress trickle to her feet with the water. Slowly circling down the drain, the water has taken it away.
It also takes it away.