Lacking a Mothers Intuition

Behind her the noise escalated as she slowly closed the front door. She tried to sneak in, but they were waiting for her, what sounded like a herd of animals ran up behind her. The 3 of them stood there jumping up and down for attention, crying, and yelling seemingly all at the same time. She couldn’t deal with this again today, she comes home to this every day, and the story is always the same.

“After the day I’ve had, you’d think these kids would give me 5 minutes of peace to just recover from my day,” she thought.

The girl was crying the most, she could barely breath. Forcing out a few words in between the desperate gasps for air, “But.. Daddy.. Hit… Me..” and then she was crying so hard the words were no longer clear.

She couldn’t help but think how much she’d like to smack them all right now, they are always over exaggerating.

“You probably deserved it.” She climbed over the girl who was now crying harder. “Stop crying before I give you something to cry about, ” she yelled as she climbed up the stairs to change out of her work clothes and try and get a minute to herself.

By the time she had changed and poured herself a drink, she didn't hear anymore crying, just the normal fighting of boys, who had easily gotten over the events of earlier that day. She never noticed that the girl was changed forever that day, all she noticed, was that she was quiet, finally.