I’m numb with sleeplessness. People around me need things all the time. I ate a packet of Hula Hoops for breakfast while watching someone on Instagram make a green smoothie. I am grieving. Two people we’ve lost recently. But I don’t have time to process outside of my ‘to do’ list. My daughter is off sick and everything has been parked. I’m angry one minute (someone dawdling in front of me in the supermarket), elated the next (👧🏼 voted on the school council). I don’t know what’s hormonal or what’s circumstantial.
And I’m not saying any of this for sympathy. Just an acknowledgement that the broken fragments of everyday life can build - both at home and work. That I don’t want a distorted picture here.
That the things I carry around in my head - meal planning, nativity costume-sourcing, party present-buying, school form-filling, What’s App-grouping, Excel-spreadsheeting, relationship-repairing, pandemic-processing - can form a homogenous lump. And it’s hard to articulate how you really are because it’s no one thing.
It’s everything and nothing all at once.
**Listen to the latest episode of our podcast Dirty Mother Pukka to fully understand why you are burning out. The mental load is real.**
And I’m not saying any of this for sympathy. Just an acknowledgement that the broken fragments of everyday life can build - both at home and work. That I don’t want a distorted picture here.
That the things I carry around in my head - meal planning, nativity costume-sourcing, party present-buying, school form-filling, What’s App-grouping, Excel-spreadsheeting, relationship-repairing, pandemic-processing - can form a homogenous lump. And it’s hard to articulate how you really are because it’s no one thing.
It’s everything and nothing all at once.
**Listen to the latest episode of our podcast Dirty Mother Pukka to fully understand why you are burning out. The mental load is real.**
