And then I’m going to sit in the uncomfortable, glorious silence of not knowing. Because the goal of motherhood shouldn’t be to run the machine perfectly. It should be to burn the manual and teach everyone else how to build a new one.
And I snapped. Not because he asked. But because in that moment, I realized he had the luxury of asking. He was a user logging into the system. I was the system. mutha magazine
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While brushing my teeth, I was mentally processing: Preschool snack sign-up (tomorrow), pediatrician appointment reschedule (the rash is back), dog’s flea meds (three days late), my mother’s birthday (next week, no card), and the exact location of the spare lightning cable (behind the couch, left cushion). And I snapped
I didn’t know I was signing up for a middle-management job where I’m the CEO, the janitor, the cruise director, and the emotional support animal.
My husband walked into the bathroom and asked, “Hey, what’s the plan for dinner?”