It was one morning in mid-December, and I asked my husband, “Sweetie, did you call your sister to tell her we aren’t going to make it for the Christmas party?” “Oh, shoot, no. I’ll call her later today.” And the mental load piles up. See, there’s this little box in my head that has been overflowing for weeks. In it, there are these small imaginary pieces of paper, each containing a thought, and until that thought is somehow resolved, it remains in the pile. Do you want to see what this looks like on a typical day for me? Let’s start from the moment I drop the kids off at…