She is the perfect mother of 3 or 8 or 12, and one, or two are still on the boob.
Maybe this is you. You make soup and bread from scratch. You sew your own cloths, milk your own cow, run a thriving business out of your home all wail changing diapers, home schooling and keeping your house in total order. And you bless you husband by cooking and looking hot (because you ran 7 miles at 3 this morning) when he comes home from work. You probably churn your own damn butter.
I just can't keep up. I feel lucky if the kids have clean diapers and my teeth are brushed by 6 at night. It is an especially good day when I can drink my coffee when it is still hot.