When a mother wakes up in the morning her day starts out with screaming children and dirty diapers. Usually the father has already left for work and the sink is filled with last nights dishes. No one would ever know you spent five hours cleaning the house yesterday.
As her day goes on more and more lovely things accrue. Like having her son throw his lunch all over the floor and laughing as he watches her clean it up. Being puked on, bitten, back talked and peed on. Cleaning up the same mess over and over again. Watching Elmo's World about twelve times a day and singing the ABC's until she realizes that she's talking to herself.
In the end Dad comes home and the kids turn in to beautiful, little, angles and everything seems to be perfect. At this time she turns to her hidden stash of smokes and sneaks off for ten minutes of complete silence. Dreading tomorrow and dreaming of the weekend.
Despite all the things a mother has to put up with. It's all worth it. They're your babies. Your their mommy and no one can do your job better then you can.