Motherhood is like being placed in a sandwich baggie where your kids press and press the air out on all sides until you’re sealed in together in an airless existence that smells of peanut butter and feet.
I feel like a hunted woman. I love people, but after hours of people, I need the gentle sigh of time to myself. I want to feel a bubble of space around me where people can’t get in and I want to think my own thoughts and let my mind wander into outer space to have adventures with the Guardians of the Galaxy.
But there are no outer space adventures in my mind. Because of the children. They’re everywhere. In the classic words of Garbage, “I think I’m paranoid.” Everywhere I go, these eyes follow my every move.