Backstory: A Memorial Day picnic two years ago took a turn for the rock when moms knocked back beers as the kids ran amok and dudes talked sports. The ladies agreed that there might be more to life than organizing car pools and so, inspired by the Cramps and other punk godheads, struck up a band in true garage rock style (granted, about 20 years later than most might). Their mix of riding-the-learning-curve musical charm and spunky original tunes written from the POV of an anything-but-typical domestic Midwestern hausfrau has landed them — along side Rocker Mom contemporaries the CandyBand — in the national spotlight with profiles in The Wall Street Journal and on the Today Show.

Why you should give a $#!T: Should you need reminding that the rock never stops — even after kids.

The killer quote:“One minute you’re cleaning up the dog’s vomit off your kid’s backpack while you try to remember where you saw your other kid’s missing soccer shoe — was it in the bathtub or in the clothes hamper? — and the next minute you’re being contacted by a reporter from the Wall Street Journal. As if my life is somehow fascinating,” Davids says.

On record: They’ve recorded with Gories/Snakeout/Elvis Hitler producer Len Puch as well as Was (Not Was) keyboardist (and Em’ producer) Louis Resto. Expect a new CD in May. Till then, there’s Sally Has a Kitchen Accident.

The DJ spike: “I’m Cramped,” the Cramps; “Stacie’s Mom,” Fountains of Wayne; “Leader of the Pack,” Shangri-Las.

Thursday at the Belmont.