Mutha Magazine ~upd~ ⚡

Here’s the hard truth I’m learning at 3 AM, while scrolling my phone in the dark, hiding from my own family so I can have 10 minutes of silence:

Endnote: MUTHA Magazine would likely pair this with a grainy, beautiful photo of a frazzled mom in a dirty kitchen, smiling like a feral animal. And maybe a recipe for cold pasta eaten over the sink. mutha magazine

Welcome to default parenthood. It’s not a title you campaign for. It’s a slow, insidious coup where one day you wake up and realize you are the only person in your household who knows the Wi-Fi password, the children’s clothing sizes, the name of the weird rash, and that the air filter needs changing. Here’s the hard truth I’m learning at 3