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My identity as a hot-mess mom is probably strongly tied to my wrinkly outfits. I loathe ironing clothes. As I’m swiping on eyeliner and trying to keep my toddler’s fingers out of the electrical sockets, I do not have time to wait for an iron to heat and slowly smooth out every little wrinkle in the fabric. So what do I do? I go out with wrinkles and I hope people think I **just** developed them from sitting in the car … or something.