04/08/2026
π She'd finally done it.
The packed lunches were made.
The school run was over.
The washing machine was on.
The house was quiet.
She made herself a coffee.
Sat down on the sofa...
..and within seconds her mind had already left the room.
π€ Did I reply to the teacher?
What's for dinner?
I need to book the dentist.
I forgot to move the washing.
I should ring Mum.
Maybe I'll clean the kitchen while I've got five minutes...
Her coffee was still warm.
But she wasn't there to enjoy it.
Not because she couldn't relax...
Because she'd become so used to carrying everyone else's needs that even a quiet moment felt like another job to do.
That was the part that broke my heart. π
Not that she couldn't switch off.
But that she'd stopped expecting to.
If this feels like your mornings...
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π What have you been carrying?