09/06/2026
“It’s not that deep.”
— my son, after I lost the plot for the 73,000th time asking him to brush his teeth. AGAIN.
FFS
To be Fair…He’s right.
For him, it isn’t that deep.
It’s brushing teeth.
For me, it felt CRITICAL in that moment 🤯but with hindsight and a few deep breaths… it was never about the teeth.
It’s the bloody mental load.
Being the one who remembers everything and has to ask and ask again and ask again and ask again.
It’s the school forms.
The packed lunches.
The appointments.
The uniforms.
The endless invisible checklist running in the background of my mind.
So when the toothbrush becomes a matter of life and death for my nervous it looks ridiculous from the outside.
When we take a step back though… often our biggest reactions aren’t about the thing in front of us.
They’re about the weight of everything underneath it.
The accumulated exhaustion, the unseen labour and the years of holding it all together.
The lesson?
When I find myself spiralling over a toothbrush, a towel on the floor, or a dishwasher that somehow remains invisible to everyone else, I know it’s time to ask a different question:
“What am I carrying that feels too heavy right now?”
sometimes it’s not that deep AND sometimes it’s much deeper than we think.
Parenting has a funny way of exposing the parts of us that still need care too.
Do you also lose your s**t over a toothbrush?
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