By Lisa Wade
“I am the person,” wrote Ellen Seidman, a wife and mother of three, “who notices we are running out of toilet paper.”
It was the beginning of a poem she wrote for her blog, Love That Max, about a role she plays in her household – that of worrier, organizer, rememberer, and attention-payer. The poem was about the work she does involving thinking, a kind of mental labor that, she says, “enables our family to basically exist.”
“I am the person who notices,” she writes.
- I am the person who notices we are running low on coffee pods…
- I am the person who notices we are running low on toothpaste/dental floss/mouthwash/anti-cavity rinse in bubble gum flavor.
- I am the person who notices we are running low on granola bars, brownie bites, dried fruit, kale chips, cheese sticks, Pepperidge Farm Goldfish and other lifesaving snacks.
She is the person who knows not only that coffee is essential, but also that using the wrong toothpaste is the kind of thing that can seriously ruin a child’s morning—not to mention their parents. Continue reading “The Invisible Workload That Drags Women Down”