Hangin' up my cape.

I do not have a big S on my chest, I am certainly not faster than a speeding bullet and at 36 I'm not leaping over anything any time soon. So why is it that doing the stuff any normal mom does earns me this coveted title of being "Super"?

I think it's something that is thrown around haphazardly. It's done honestly of course, to make us feel like we're doing wonderful things, which any mom is. When I worked I was supermom because I worked and had 3 kids, what's so super about that!? I was psychotic trying to juggle everything, my kids ate like crap, I was usually at my wits end and I was the annoying mom that went in to daycare to pick them up while still fielding orders on my cell, an appendage I was all too happy to now leave in my purse. Now of course seeing a parent pick up their kid at school while chatting non-stop on the phone ranks up there with a million crazed squirrels scurrying across a walnut laced chalk board floor, I want to rip it from their heads and scream at them to at least feign excitement at seeing their child while I jump up and down on their plastic god.

Yes, now I pick my kid up from school and yes, I make sure he knows I missed him. Like any good "leave it to Beaver" home I love having fresh made bread piping hot w/butter and local honey waiting for him when we walk in. I stay home, I can do these things. Could I do it when I worked? maybe on the weekend, but then we were so busy trying to catch up from everything that didn't get done during the week that probably not. Are my kids getting all the education and brain boosting activities their growing minds can handle? No, I would never accomplish anything if I didn't park them in front of a movie for a little bit every day, some days admittedly longer than others. I'm trying to organize meals for mom's in need, does that make me super? no, I walk to my freezer pull something out and drive at the most 5 minutes to their house, the longest part of the venture being strapping my kids in their seats. I have 2 loads of laundry waiting to be folded on the bed, with one in the washer, another in the dryer and a good 2 more waiting their turn. Do I feel super for writing this blog instead? no, but I feel saner. Ultimately that's what my S stands for, I'll take "Saner Mom" any day.