I know not all moms have a sister...and I couldn't imagine not having mine. She's solid.
Case and point: this morning I was GRUMPY because it was 90 degrees and I was trying to get the splash mat hooked up for the kids before I left for work (back part time), so I lugged the hose from the garage to the side of the house (which is called the gangway for all of you California people -- I had no idea of that til I moved back here) and the damn hose sprocket didn't have any water flowing...so I had to lug the hose to the front of the house for connection #2 which worked. And then get the mat out that was covered in grime. Gross.
Then I was driving to catch the train (yes, very odd combo I realize) and Cindy called and I was NOT IN A GOOD MOOD, so she listened. And comforted. And saved it til later to discuss the fact that (1) she's in Peru, (2) there are earthquakes there, (3) travel advisers have said DO NOT GO TO PERU NOW, (4) she has to turn down a job today, which she's never done before...
Oh goodness...but do you know how dirty that play mat was??