You see her and you think you know her, but you don’t. You look at her and wonder why she’s always a mess. Always stressed. Never able to sit still. You can’t see the millionth direction she’s being pulled in each millisecond of her existence. You can’t see because she doesn’t tell you. If she did, you might be at risk of collapsing too. And she knows that out of all of us, she’s the one best suited to handle it. And she does. Because she always does.
Not because you asked, and in no particular order, a variation of the following is what a mother carries within her mind and upon her shoulders throughout the course of a day.
Get to Costco for frozen veggies (but I hate Costco, no)
Find a hairbrush and brush your goddamn hair
Wash the children - it’s been a week
Fill out new patient forms for Wednesday
Get new tile and grout for the bathroom at a hardware store where everyone assumes you are thick and likely won't help
Get one child to therapy on Wednesday without the other child getting jealous about the first child missing school to hang out with mom and receive extra attention
Order drop cloths for art market/festival on Saturday
Buy supplies for “Fortune Cake” making on Sunday
Find and deconstruct charm bracelets and attach to ribbons for Fortune Cake
Air out/clean tent for Saturday backyard family campout
Get candy for trick-or-treaters
Sub from 10:30 - 3:30
Interview with school @11:00 on Thursday promoting art at event
Thursday sub 12 - 3:30
Playdate with India’s friend until Open House from 6-8 pm
Schedule girls for vaccines they should have gotten two years ago because school is asking and its gone too long, but I’d rather go to Costco than this
Figure out how to cure this breakout on my chin -antibiotics? I thought eating more fruits and vegetables was supposed to cure everything what the actual fuck.
Buy new workout pants that fit this newly expanded version of myself.
Undress in front of the mirror and like my body
Enter score into app for #800g Challenge
Put gumbo in crockpot tomorrow before school - chop whatever the fuck and smell like onions all day
Market the shit out of writing workshop without being pushy
Price my clay work and pack it up
Order more price stickers
Print Venmo QR code and laminate for Saturday
Bank - get cash float - how many of each rectangle?
Return 20 things to Amazon. I’ll never return anything to Amazon but it’s fun to beat myself into pulpation over it.
Find a dentist I don’t hate
Schedule Mammogram
Pick up RX from Walgreens
Get the girls colored clothes for our new holy day of observation, henceforth deemed “Rainbow Day,” thought up by India - to be celebrated on Sunday.
Order India’s beret she’s been asking for for 3 months
Figure out what the fuck we’re doing on Halloween night and make it good so the girls won’t get sad and say they hate Kansas City and why did we make them move.
Pay for horseback on Sunday
Look for other apartments, schedule viewings
Panic about publishing competition
Design newsletter promoting workshop and send out
Finish and launch lead magnet
Start Tik-Toking every day
Meet with divorce attorney next week - get cash out
Sign girls up for run club and mad science
Gather winter clothes - it's gonna be 23 on Monday
Cure myself from an eating disorder
Read to the kids more
Make them brush their teeth more
Schedule therapy for myself
Pack lunches they won’t eat
Fill water vat for coffee and Nalgene before bed
India’s allergy meds
Eat
Sleep some.
Get enough protein
Take meds
Order more coffee and bunny food
Order school pictures
Drop clothes at consignment store downtown
Start a Patreon
Cry less in front of the kids
Don’t take drugs
Don’t drink
Don’t hate the way I look.
That sounds about right
Fuckkkkkk this is sooo accurate. 😭💗