Columnist Erma Bombeck tells of a Supermom who is perfection itself. She did everything right: kept a perfect home; kept her husband happy. Always had a copy of Bishop Fulton Sheen’s latest book on the coffee table, and answered the door pregnant when the priest came by.

One day, I asked her how she did it, and she said, “I emulate the Blessed Virgin Mary,” and I said, “Marge, it’s a little bit late for that.”

She said, “Very well, I’ll tell you. Every evening, when the children are bathed and tucked into their clean little beds, and the lunches are lined up and labeled and packed in the refrigerator, and the little shoes are racked up, and the driveway is waxed, and I’ve heard all the prayers of the children, I fall down on my knees and say, ‘Thank you, God, for not letting me kill one o…