You know, you work real hard on something basically pointless like your kid's braids or a cake or the Valentines or some other mother's child's costume for the play and every once in a while some jerk comes around and takes a look and then compliments you by saying, "Must be nice to have time for stuff like that!"
Xchamu! XCHAMOOOOG I SAY!
But actually, it is nice to have time for stuff like that. Thank you God and, to the extent that he will allow me to credit him, husband.
It's not my fault people like that are jerks, and if they dropped off their kid at my house in the morning I'd braid that scraggly kid too (solely as a favor to the kid, however).