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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I just wanted five minutes. Six hours on my feet, smiling when I didn’t feel like smiling, moving when my body already felt heavy. Instead of homebound, I found myself in the grocery store... Bright lights, crowded aisles, a cart that wouldn’t steer straight. Holding up the checkout line because my card refused to work. Nothing terrible. Just little things. But sometimes little things feel like the world pressing down a little too hard. The drive home. Not in silence. Conversation to carry, words to give when all I had left was exhaustion. I pulled into the driveway and sat there for a moment. I just wanted five minutes. Five minutes in the car. Five minutes to breathe. Five minutes before opening the door to the life that needed me again. But the baby was already screaming. The oldest was already making messes. My sitter was already overwhelmed. So the door opened before the minutes could exist. And the chaos rushed in. Noise. Questions. Dinner to make. Messes to clean. Bedtimes to manage. And somewhere between it all a quiet thought kept repeating like a prayer no one could hear: I just wanted five minutes. Five minutes before the stress turned my body to stone. Five minutes to sit with my own breath. Five minutes to remember what it feels like to be a person before being everything for everyone. I didn’t get them. But I’m still standing in the middle of the noise wishing for five small minutes of quiet.
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