I soaked my feet into the warm foamy water in the tub. The dull music in the background blacked out the noises from the day. I slumped down on my legs and hugged my knees. My head slowly dropped to rest on my arms and I drifted into a world of nothingness. Minutes passed; the songs changed but for me time stood still somewhere where there was nothing and no one.
Suddenly, I jerked into reality. There was something wrong. I quickly switched off the songs playing on my phone and strained to hear the sounds. I thought I had heard something. But I couldn’t hear anything now. There was pin drop silence. The silence was worrisome. I quickly stepped out of the water and wrapped a towel around me. I ran to unlock the door of my second floor bedroom and called out for Yog. No response. Oh God! Where was he? I called out to Toyna, “Toyna, where is Yog?” She grumbled from somewhere on the first floor and said, “He is coloring!” How could he be sitting in one place and coloring? Something must be wrong! I called out again, “You sure he is coloring!?! Did you see him?” She replied promptly, irritation bordering her response, “Mama, he is in front of me. He is coloring! Will you calm down, please!”
I sighed! I realized I was hyper ventilating! I went inside my room and slumped on the bed, the wet towel still wrapped around me. I was ruined! After three years of living in constant chaos, my mind was no longer used to a peaceful bath. The only thing that was wrong on this beautiful Sunday morning, was that our house was completely peaceful. Yog was neither finger painting the walls or biting his sister. He was not switching on the gas stove or pouring refrigerated water into the dustbin. He was actually coloring! For some unknown reason, this was so difficult to digest.
Reluctantly, I went back to the bathroom to complete the bath, but the mood to relax had decided to abandon this paranoid mother. I quickly washed the soap off my feet and got dressed. The house was still silent. Days like this, a mother like me, feels like falling on my knees and looking up towards the sky to thank God. But then, something tells me, this is just one day for now. Tomorrow, will be a new day and Yog would definitely have thought of a new antic for tomorrow. Nonetheless, thank you God for today!