The Armful
I’ve been thinking a lot about the armfuls I’ve been carrying around lately. Marriage. Motherhood. Debt. Working. Staying Home. General Adulting. It’s insane how I can feel like I run around all day long like a chicken with its head cut off, but simultaneously feel like I never get anything actually accomplished. How does that even work? What glitch happens in the time-space continuum that makes this phenomenon possible?