I often forget about myself. I know it sounds strange but hear me out.
In the mornings I wake early "open the kitchen" baking bread rolls and cinnamon rolls, sausage and cutting oranges, et al. Kitties get fresh food and distilled ice water. Set up the buffet table and make sure everyone rotates in for a good start to their day. Blow dry the girls hair, pack lunches, fill juice and water bottles. Make sure folders are ready to go. Then just before I step out the door to patrol the bus stop my stomach rumbles and I realize I never ate and need to take my apron off.....
I get back and clean up the house. Start in the girls rooms and work my way through the laundry area, bathrooms, living, kitchen.... then realize that my bedroom is terrible and I need to get cleaned up and freshened up myself (I only have time to do a quickie in the early morning).
All day long, every day it is the same thing. I forget myself. I forget to take my meds until I am on the verge of vomiting and realizing I am hunched over and needed to have taken them 3hours prior. Every inch of my home is an organized, well oiled machine. Everyone else's closets are clean as a whistle and organized by clothing type. Yet my closet is... just a whirl-wind of skirts galore tossed everywhere. My baby girls nails are immaculate yet my little stubs and callused hands need attention badly. Even my kitties have gorgeous nails...Mending, cleaning, cooking, projects, affection, care. Everything I have to give is for everyone around me. Yet when it comes to myself, I just don't remember until it is beyond obvious and long past due.....
So, I guess what I forget the most is myself
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