I wanted a bath and got interrupted three times

Dear Delyara, First for a towel. Then for a charger. Then because someone suddenly needed to ask me whether they had PE tomorrow. By the third interruption, the water had gone from soothing to mildly sad. That’s the thing about domestic life when you are the mother. Even privacy can become shared infrastructure. Even the bath can become another station where people stop to get what they need from you before moving on. I sat there afterwards feeling less relaxed than I had before I got in. That felt unfair in a way I didn’t know where to put. So I’m putting it here.