Titles- Wife and Mother

I am a wife, mother, evil-step-mother, daughter, daughter-in-law, "adopted" daughter, as well as many other titles I claim. At none of these things am I perfect. I screw up, open my mouth when I shouldn't, say things I don't mean and make mistakes that are hard to fix. I never claim to be able to act out all these rolls with complete finesse and tact.
The wife in me doesn't always keep the house impeccable. My dishes can pile up, laundry will get washed and not folded (or folded and not put away), my floor normally needs swept, and I could almost guarantee that my furniture always needs dusted. I don't always have a desire to make a good home-cooked meal for my family. I'm not always "in-the-mood" and often time will fall asleep on my husbands lap (always to his dismay). But, I can happily point out, I am always loved by D. He puts up with my pitfalls and will gently wake me to get me to go lay down in bed. I know that if I just don't feel like doing something he wont put me down or make me feel guilty. D has actually gotten quite good at making dinner. He doesn't expect me to do EVERYTHING alone. Our ability to do "team-work" is what I believe makes our relationship work so well. Its that tacky saying from Jerry Maguire "You complete me". As mushy(and somewhat sickening) as it sounds, for me, it is totally true for my marriage. I feel complete and completely happy. Not to mention that he has decided to love me and C so much. C is not "his" genetically.They don't share the same genes yet, they look so much alike that everyone assumes they do.
The mother in me doesn't always feel like making car noises while running matchbox cars all over my house. I don't always feel like getting up to take C to pre-school. Sometimes his room gets so messy you can't even see the floor and you always step on something that will bring tears to your eyes. Sometimes I get so angry I force myself to take my own "time-out". Sometimes I want so badly to just RUN AWAY! But, I look at C's little face and I can't remember a time before him. I can't imagine a life without him. Going to pick him up from school sometimes seems almost dreadful (its so quiet here when he's a school) but the second I see him all is well again in my life. I love getting to see him grow physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. The growth is exceptional and somewhat fantastic to see in person. The way he learns and achieves new success is one of the things that makes parenting (at any level) a joy. C is the reason I live and breathe. He is the reason I fall out of bed every morning. He is the reason I am who I am.  Everything else just falls to the side.