Are you a stressed-out mom? HA!! As if there were any other kind. Or perhaps you have a stressed-out mom in your life (again, if you have a mom in your life at all, then YES, you have a stressed-out mom in your life). One more question: Are you a last-minute shopper? (I'm just gonna go out on a limb here and guess the answer is "yes" yet again.)

Anyway. Whether you're still on need of the perfect Mother's Day gift for a certain stressed-out someone or you're looking to drop a few hints, we've got a few suggestions guaranteed to save the day. Because you know what they say: If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy. NOBODY. You got that?!

Congratulations, Mom! You've actually made it all the way to the teen years without (technically) losing your mind. Except there's a good chance you'll lose it in the very near future, because this gig is NOT for the faint of heart. Seriously, did you put your parents through the same torture?? Because if you did, you better buy your mom something better for Mother's Day than that pair of slippers you found on sale. Speaking of which, all you really want this Mother's Day is 24 hours without someone rolling their eyes at you. Am I right? Here are 25 more ways you know you're the mom of a teen.

Well you survived the baby years. But guess what?!? Toddlers are next! It's a whole new, exciting, crazy world. Say goodbye to clean surfaces, unbroken everything, and your sanity. How can you tell when you're the mother of a toddler? That Dora sticker on your butt is a dead giveaway. You can't have nice things anymore. And don't even get me started on potty training. Here are 25 ways you can tell you're the mom of a toddler.

Moms. You can spot 'em from a mile away, can't you? Especially new moms. They're the ones who always look a little frazzled; a little disheveled; and like the kind of person you could totally ask for directions.

Before I had a kid myself, I never really realized these characteristics distinct to moms, but now that I'm a mother, boy do I connect with these gals. Here are 25 ways you know you're the mom of a baby. See you at the meeting, ladies!

Well mom -- you did tell us. You said, "One day you will thank me!" You told us that again and again and again. Little did you know, while you thought we were ignoring you, we heard each and every bit of guidance you dished out. We just weren't ready to accept that you might be right -- about any of it. We know now that all of the nagging heartfelt advice really did mean something. We can see that now. And yes, while it is slightly annoying -- we are learning to appreciate your wisdom. See for yourself ...

Melissa Ford is a blogger who people love for her honesty above all. Her blog Stirrup Queens gets a lot of traffic and it's easy to see why.

As one fan says: "She's funny and is honest about the struggle with infertility in a relatable way. She makes it less of a taboo." Thank goodness there are bloggers like her. Here is her post in honor of Mother's Day:

We were driving to a friend’s house when my daughter suggested that we move to the beach much in the same tone she uses to suggest that we have pizza for dinner or watch the Muppet Show before bed. Low-impact decisions.

I explained about house sales and finding a new school and new doctors and new friends in this new location, and finally, she agreed that maybe it wasn’t very realistic. Especially because Josh’s job was back here in the city, three hours away.

Delia Lloyd may be a mom, but she knows she's still navigating adulthood. Thank goodness she has her kids to help her, and she writes about it at the Real Delia, so we can grow up with them.

In honor of Mother's Day, Delia shares what it's like to talk about tough topics like evil and hate with your kids:

My daughter came home from school yesterday and told me that her best friend had a “hate list.”

Sarah Chang is a mom trying to navigate the mean streets of Manhattan with a stroller. She writes about raising a bi-cultural daughter at The Stroller Ballet. 

To help us celebrate Mother's Day, Sarah has shared the scary pediatrician edict that hit her right in the guts:

Overweight.

It’s a word I never imagined could be used to describe my 3-year-old. I thought -- and still think -- of Peanut as “fine”. She’s small, but solid. Without so much as the suggestion of a belly. She’s active -- she’ll walk up to 1 mile without complaint.