You know sometimes you just scroll through your phone at like two in the morning and everyone else is sleeping but you’re just there staring at all these other moms online and their perfect houses and their perfect kids and their perfect everything and it just makes you feel like such a failure. Like a big mess. And you see their kids’ rooms and it’s all those wooden toys and muted colors and a little teepee tent and everything is SO ORGANIZED and it looks like a magazine and then you look around your own apartment and there’s like crumbs on the floor and a pile of laundry that’s been there for three days and half-finished art projects on the kitchen table and it’s just… a lot. And you just think about how your parents always kept everything so clean back home and you feel like you’re letting everyone down. And then you start worrying about your kids and if they’re getting that magical childhood everyone talks about because you’re not making organic vegetable purees or doing sensory bins and you’re just trying to get through the day and keep them fed and not let anyone get hurt. And you just see all those other kids with their matching outfits and their little picnics at the park and yours are just running around in mismatched socks and whatever t-shirt they grabbed first. And you just wonder if you’re messing them up somehow. Like if they’ll remember this messy apartment and think you didn’t care enough to make it beautiful for them. And you know it’s stupid and no one actually lives like those pictures but still it’s hard not to compare and feel like you’re doing something wrong and your kids deserve better than what you’re giving them and you just want them to have everything but you don’t even know what that means anymore.