Sylrenna Marrowvale

You ever catch yourself staring at your phone at 9 p.m., hair half-braided, one sock missing, whispering “I look cool right?” into the fridge light? Yeah.

I’m tired of pretending I have it all figured out. You are too. That pile of laundry? The half-packed lunchbox?

I’m tired of life hacks that sound good until you try them. You are too. You want to feel better today (not) in six months after some complicated system

I remember staring at the cereal box at 7 a.m., one kid clinging to my leg, another yelling about mismatched socks.

I’m tired of pretending I have it all figured out. You are too. Are you scrolling at 11 p.m.

I’m tired of pretending I have it all figured out. You are too. That moment when you’re folding laundry at 9 p.m., realizing you forgot to pack lunch

I’m tired of pretending I have it all figured out. You are too. That mom who looks calm while her kid screams in the grocery line? Yeah, me neither.

I know that feeling. The one where you’re folding laundry at 9 p.m., drinking cold coffee, and wondering how everyone else looks calm while you’re holding

You see her at drop-off. Hair perfect. Outfit intentional. Calm smile. She’s the Life Impocoolmom.

You ever scroll past a mom who looks like she just stepped off a magazine cover.