“I am the person,” wrote Ellen Seidman, a wife and mother of three, “who notices we are running out of toilet paper.” It was the beginning of a poem she wrote for her blog, Love That Max, about a role she plays in her household – that of worrier, organizer, rememberer, and attention-payer. The poem was about the work she does involving thinking, a kind of mental labor that, she says, “enables our family to basically exist.” “I am the person who notices,” she writes.

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