To all the mamas today… The ones who haven’t peed alone since 2004. The ones who “rest” with one eye open and a dish rag in hand. The ones who hear “Mama?” in their sleep and still get up like it’s a fire drill. Let’s be real….being a mom is the only job where you clock in tired and leave exhausted, but somehow still show up again tomorrow with snacks and unmatched socks. So today, we’re laying down the guilt. The cape is off. The bra is off. And if anyone asks what’s for dinner, you tell them: