Mother’s Day = Not Today

She stared at the clock it was 10:30PM. Her eyes were visibly sleepy.
Before her husband could open his mouth and ask for something else, she pushed herself into the bedroom; locked it from inside; picked up her mobile and plugged in her earphone, pretending to be listening to a beautiful melody, which was in fact, the melody of silence.
As he yelled her name from the living room and asked her for a glass of water, she sat in the chair, sweating from all that hard work pretending she couldn’t listen.
He yeller harder again, and yet she didn’t give a response.
“Mummy.” yelled the kid urgently.
“Yes son!” She yelled within the next second.