Oasis interrupted—the Shower

I turn on the almost scalding water of the shower and simultaneously open the door to an other world-a world of peace, quiet and tranquility. While the warm steam calms and covers my shoulders, face and back relaxation is almost palpable. The soothing repetition of water drowns out other noises, the noises outside the bathroom door and beyond my peaceful shower paradise. Then, after only moments the door opens, screams erupt, “Mom he hit me.” “I’m hungry.” “I don’t know what to ware?” “I need help.” The peace and quiet was fleeting. In warp speed I travel back to reality. The (shower) curtain removed and the veil between the worlds irrevocably violated. Wet and toweled I quickly and adeptly get the band-aid, feed the child, dress the pajamaed, and solve a need. I am mother.