You want a medal or a chest to pin it on?

i was reading this blog that i found that i fucking love
(is it bad if i swear on a blog written mainly about a 2 and a half year old? did i ever tell you the story when just the other night my dad came to pick up paulie, who slept over, and she wouldn't let him leave so i called my mom to tell her that old grandpa the grouch was being detained so juliet gets on the phone and is all "grandma, are you comin' here? grandpa the grouch is waiting for you." and undoubtedly my mother gave her some lameballs excuse why she was home so juliet hands me the phone and goes over to my dad and says "she's a fucking asshole." my father nearly died right there on the floor...anyway)
that is called RockStarMommy (hence why i love it...plus the writing is good and the stories are cute and so is the blogStar)and she was talking about these dueling mothers who are like, "my mother life is tougher than yours because..." and how mothers are always martyrs and all "woe is me."
and it got me thinking...
this is totally me!!! i am constantly looking for a prize for my hard and grueling work. the emotional drainage that comes from dropping off a beautiful little angel who is crying "when are you coming back? don't leaaaave me!" the exhaustion that comes from always being "on" for her, as a teacher, as a protector, as a lover (as in "I love her."constantly), as the one who always has to get up earlier to get her ready as well as myself...it is a rough thing, being a mother. and sometimes i admit, i would fucking love someone to say, "You're doing an amazing job. Good for you." or "Damn girl, you are superwoman. Relax for a minute." and of course, i'm being an asshole here cuz these words have been uttered (by my father in law, mostly, as well as my mother in law, who did in fact get me a spa day for christmas, and by my mother, who thinks i'm insane with all that i take on). and juliet is the most spectacular being on earth (sorry, to me she is)(she is currently sitting right next to me putting on these ridiculous high heeled boots. with green feety jamskins)and it is so worth it to me to have her in my life. but when i'm pmsing, dude, i martyr like the best of them. where are the violins?

sorry, just wanted to vent for a second...