Nicole Johnson... yawn. Lady, your kids don't need to build a shrine for you, because you are building one for yourself. Motherhood martyrdom is so boring. You're hoping your adult children will want to come home for Thanksgiving to eat your fabulous, self-sacrificing food and wipe it from their mouths with an ironed napkin? I'm hoping my grown-up kids will want to come home for the holidays because we will all sit by the fire, laugh, play cards and tell stories. I guarantee you that they will want to come home because there is more love in my home than there are people to give it to...not because I lost all sense of self the second I became a mother. And if your husband ignores you at a party, it's likely because you have been ignoring his requests for some adult conversation and fun ever since your kids came into this world. You teach people how to treat you. And you teach your kids the way they expect to be treated when they become parents. Well done. Having to choose between being a mother and being a respected and wholly fulfilled human being is completely baffling to me.
PS I haven't showered today, and I am wearing 3-day-old yoga pants, flip flops and my husband's 8th grade football t-shirt. But I also know it's a choice. Just like when you choose to have your hair smell like peanut butter. You're such a drag.