I wake after little sleep. Only hours ago, I walked the lonely aisles populated by night dwellers. “You look how I feel,” the cashier had said, voicing my thoughts before I’d worked out how to speak.
Today’s my child’s birthday. Mentally, I list what needs completion: cleaning, baking, decorating, dinner, church, children.
Husband stretches and wraps an arm around me. “I’ve got to go,” he coos. “Choir rehearsal this morning.” Surprised, I check my calendar.
Someone has posted a quote about making life what you will. Follow your dreams.
I rise groggily from the bed. A busy day awaits.
chelowens.com 
Well, he made time for his… hmm.
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Yeah.
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Chelsea, you caught the minute details of a mom-fog that many women work within, creating mental space to parent. Your flash represents an article I once read how women (even those who are not parents) hold the mental space for all that needs doing while men (parents included) are free to disengage. Terrific flash!
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Thanks, Charli. It’s true. My husband wonders why my mental space is permanently reserved, and I wonder why his is able to relocate so easily.
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If only we could swap minds for a day!
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