Courtesy of Nicole Schildt.
A few years ago, I found myself standing in the middle of my kitchen, holding a spatula in one hand, a laundry basket in the other, and a mental list of 47 or so unfinished tasks swirling in my brain. The kids were yelling for snacks, my husband was peacefully scrolling on his phone, and I was one unloaded dishwasher away from a full-blown meltdown. It wasn't just that I was doing everything — it was that no one else seemed to notice I was doing everything.
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