Forgive me for a little self-pity this evening. I'll just enter two sentences:-
"Thank you for doing ALL the ironing."
"Thanks for bailing me out and bringing my music across."
No. There's another sentence. Unspoken, this time:-
"You're a mom [for that, read Mug]. You're expected to do it."
Sigh! (This evening's image is from an American exhibition called "Apron Strings", by the Mid American Arts Alliance - I wish I could have seen it.)