Occasionally someone I know will make a comment like, "You're such a good mom!" I think they say that because A) I seem to be incapable of escaping my children and so always have one or more in attendance and B) people are nice but are at a loss for what else to compliment me on. "You have such an EXTRAORDINARILY messy van!" just doesn't seem quite...right. So "good mom" it is!
However, for those people who have held this view, I have the perfect rebuttal.
At night, when I'm tucking Sophia in bed, part of our bedtime routine is that I sing her a song about her day (actually, I sing her a song about her day, taking frequent breaks to bark orders at children to brush their teeth, stop hitting each other, and BE QUIET ALREADY, I AM SINGING HERE). It's a simple, repetitive tune, and I just retell what happened to her that day. You know, "This morning you woke up and came to my bed for a snuggle, and then you pretended to be a squirrel in my bed, and then we went downstairs and had breakfast!" Like that.
More than once, recently, I've realized as I was mentally reviewing the day that I never fed her lunch. She can reach the snacks, see. So...yeah.