I got sick last week. Somehow, the universe had its own sense of humor and arranged that ALL the kids stayed at home as well. It had been one of those mornings. Sick kids at home, me at ca 10% of my usual energy, the house a mess. Me repeating for the tenth time things…
Excuse my language. Or don’t. Two weeks ago, we decided to throw a goodbye-summer party for our friends. A few days before the party, I immediately fell into the familiar pattern of stressing about how messy our home was. The anxiety almost drove me mad. And then I just … resigned. Not from the party.…
The reason I started writing about invisible labor, mental load and the household as a system (about the actual architecture of how a home runs and who it runs on), is quite simple. The internet and social media is full of productivity hacks and parenting/wellness tips, that treat the symptoms and leave the system completely…