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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?”

My husband walked into the bathroom and asked, “Hey, what’s the plan for dinner?” mutha magazine

I didn’t know I was signing up for a middle-management job where I’m the CEO, the janitor, the cruise director, and the emotional support animal. I tried to go on strike once

Because saying something is the job, too. The project management of asking for help is often harder than just doing the task yourself. The mental load of delegating is a second shift no one clocks. I stopped refilling the soap dispenser