A friend of mine was at a dinner party recently, chatting with a friend of a friend. The woman told her a story I?ve since told a bunch of my friends?you know how efficient the mom grapevine is, especially when it comes to cautionary tales. The woman at this dinner party was explaining how her two-year-old had been sick, maybe very sick, probably with the flu. We?ve all been there: coughing, fever, hysterical crying. The kid finally fell asleep on top of her. Ah, sweet relief. But not for long. The mother realized she had to pee. She lay there in bed, afraid to move and risk waking her toddler. The situation became more, um, urgent. She didn?t know what to do. Finally, she whisper-yelled for her husband, instructing him to bring her a diaper. And then, yes: She peed in the diaper. She peed in a diaper! Access to the toilet is an actual official human right, by decree of the United Nations?I looked it up. And she had one not more than a few feet away! Call it extreme self-sacrifice or, if you want to share this story with the most friends possible, #mommymartyrdom. Out of the dozens of mom archetypes in cultural play (supermom, soccer mom, tiger mom, etc.), the martyr mom is the one who would pick herself out of a lineup. She goes the extra mile, but she doesn?t go quietly. You?re gonna hear about every painful step. Maybe she boasts or maybe she complains. Maybe she sighs, ?It?s OK, I?ll just do it.? She has ways of broadcasting her suffering without saying anything at all....