Moms.

We put everyone before ourselves.

We vacuum.

We dust.

We do laundry. (Well, some of us do, I suppose…I’m still working on making that a regular thing…)

We cook edible meals, even if it is just out of a box or a can. But we make it look pretty.

We change diapers.

We kiss boo-boos.

We act as a taxi service.

We act as a child psychiatrist.

We act as a super hot wife. (When we’re not in our sweatpants because we can’t stand the idea of getting spit-up or pureed yams on our clean jeans.)

And we roll out of bed at 4 in the morning when the baby suddenly decides that’s when he wants breakfast. Like he did today.

Because it’s just what we do.