I just spent an hour scrolling through perfectly organized playrooms and spotless kitchens, looking at other mothers who clearly have it all together, and I’m just… furious. Furious at myself for not being able to keep up, for our apartment looking like a tornado hit it, for the constant fear that I’m depriving my kids of this magical, curated childhood everyone else seems to be providing. It feels like a failure, a deep, fundamental one, like I can’t even maintain the basic discipline I learned years ago, and I just want to throw my phone across the room. What did I expect civilian life to be, some kind of easy win? This isn't a battlefield, but it sure feels like I'm losing.