I don't put pressure on myself about being a perfect wife or mother. Not that I am (you should see my floors), there's just no anxiety over Doing it Right. My Mum was brilliant, but I've a black hole where my mental picture of me as a perfect wife or mother should be. There's no ideal to aspire to.
Instead I dangerously perfect-pressure over what we'll loosely call my career. You wouldn't know it from my CV as, god, I've careered. You'd have to go right back to the girl in glasses at the front of a physics class. But Ms. Perfect Work always sat on my head and having my baby only made her fatter.