I race.

I know I don’t have long so I career around the house.

Dishwasher…

Laundry…

Toys…

Hoover…

Toilets…

How much time do I have left?

I mentally tick off each item, knowing that ticking a list would just waste time.

25 minutes.

I’m done and the house is presentable.

My reward? A hot coffee.

Boiling bubbles are a welcome sight until…

A cough.

A fidget.

A cry.

I try to ignore it - praying to the sleep gods for 5 more minutes - desperately wanting that hot coffee

“Mumma?”

30 minutes - nap time is over.

My coffee goes cold.