Wait for him to respond.

In the end, you do decide that it would be best to send Rick another text, but you just can't bring yourself to do it. Just thinking about doing it has made you sick with anxiety. You want to throw up, and then go hide in a closet. You were overwhelmed with stress to begin with! You shouldn't be having to deal with this, too. You should've made Janie clean up her own mess, but she probably would've just said something worse, like "I want to eat your ass, too." God, you still can't believe that she did this. You can't deal with it right now, so you won't, until you have to. You decide this while bent over the toilet, vomiting.

No, that wasn't hyperbole on your part. You really did have to throw up, and now you're going to go hide in your daughter's closet until she wakes up from her nap. Her room is right down the hallway. When you reach it, you turn the doorknob, then pull up on it as you enter. This keeps the door from creaking, which is something you discovered about a year ago. You don't know if it qualifies as a "mom hack," but it has granted you an extra 15 or so minutes of peace and quiet on countless afternoons, because if your daughter has woken from her nap and sees you peak your head in, she'll cry until you get her from her crib. If she doesn't see you, however, she's usually perfectly content to lie there a little while longer, but she never fails to see you when the door creaks.

You're thankful that she's still asleep now. Otherwise, you'd have to find another closet. This one is your favorite. There's more space between the floor and the hanging clothes.