Here’s a concept for an article tailored to MUTHA Magazine —known for its raw, unflinching, funny, and deeply honest takes on modern motherhood. The Unbearable Lightness of Being the Default Parent
The only way out isn’t a chore chart. Chore charts are just another thing for us to manage. The only way out is to stop being the server. To let the Wi-Fi crash. To let someone else reboot the router. mutha magazine
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. Here’s a concept for an article tailored to
I tried to go on strike once. A quiet one. I stopped reminding. I stopped refilling the soap dispenser. I stopped mentally tracking the expiration date on the car seat. For three days, we lived in chaos. The four-year-old wore two different rain boots. The baby ate a cracker off the floor of the bus. My husband looked at me with genuine confusion: “Why didn’t you say something?” The only way out is to stop being the server
It’s the ghost that lives in your skull, whispering reminders during sex. It’s the spreadsheet you run while you’re trying to enjoy a glass of wine. It’s the fact that I can tell you, without looking, that we have 11 wipes left, but I cannot tell you the last time I finished a thought.
MUTHA readers know the stats. We know that mothers still do triple the amount of “cognitive labor” as fathers. But let’s stop calling it that. “Cognitive labor” sounds like a white paper. Let’s call it what it is: