I am not a fellow reefer mom, but my wife...involuntarily, is. So here's to, not just the reef Moms, but also the victums of 10-100 gallons of water on the floor, circuit breaker trips, small ballast fires (Gary G), and the "what is that smell?", "why is the floor all wet?" and "why do you have to keep a $10,000 box of water", and "every time you come home from the hardware store with a bag of plumbing I get really scared" and "the fish I buy are only $7per pound, yours are $100 an ounce and you can't even eat them!".
Happy mothers day to reef Mom's and to the wives who stick with us crazy obsessed reefers.