Day Twenty

locking myself in the bathroom
to escape the chaos

skipping pages
in the good night story

yelling at bad drivers
from the safety my car

"I'm almost done"
when I'm really not

leaving a few minutes early
for a moment to myself

smiling and nodding
not hearing a word

dreading the end
of covetated nap time

survivors guilt
bless the space
in which this rests