Superwoman...

I always wanted to be in her shoes for one day. Who? Superwoman. I could hop in my invisible jet and take off to another side of the world, take care of business and jet back in time to feed my family a full-course, healthy meal. I could use the super powers to take care of work (regular job 40 hour a week work), housework, and volunteer work in warp speed. I would look fabulous in that little tiny superhero costume and snap together those nifty little bracelets. Yes, I would like to be Superwoman for a day, or two, or three…

But, I’m not her. I’m not capable of using warp speed and my invisible jet. I just have the good reliable minivan that holds all the football league “stuff”, the kids backpacks, extra clothes, jackets, balls, some camping equipment leftover from the summer months in those lovely stow-n-go areas under the floor of my van, lots of miscellaneous paperwork, bills, and altogether “Junk.” And believe me, it is NOT invisible. Any poor person that is stuck riding in the minivan is subject to it. I wish it could be invisible. I wish I could be invisible. When those little hands are begging and pleading for one more snack, or one more video game, just one more… I wish I could disappear and not be the “mean” mom for making them be responsible young kids by eating healthy and going to bed at a normal time (or as close as humanly possible for those nights after practice, dinner, homework, baths and showers, when there isn’t much normal left). But, back to Superwoman, I am not her, nor am I invisible.

So, I will deal with this life of mine, and these kids that I love “more than the whole wide world,” as my youngest says. I will deal with my busy, overly busy, life. How? I’m not sure yet. For me it’s a daily challenge to balance it all. Right now as I type this I am “multitasking,” which means, typing, pushing play on the DVD player, checking homework, making dinner, sending out football emails, answering my phone, and listening to music, because I cannot multitask without music. As I finish this blog, I look at the clock and realize I started it about 2 1/2 hours ago. I deal and cope and as they say, I’m alive and still kickin’ and haven’t given up on it yet. Being like Superwoman would be nice and like a little vacation from it all. But knowing I am not superwoman just shows me that life isn't about super powers, It’s about coping, or the lack of coping sometimes.

Life is this series of non-super moments that teach me how to juggle and balance. They teach me about taking a deep breathe when I close my eyes and hope that invisible jet appears, then when I open them and see not a jet, but the spilled dinner plate on my floor that the youngest managed to drop and get on every square inch of surface area in my kitchen (rice and corn can sure fly when bounced off a plate on wood floors). So I will deal. I'll clean up that dinner plate.. since I can't leave the computer and go to the rest of the house without walking over it. And, I will yell at the kids to stop fighting because my head is pounding and I will go to bed and dream of that invisible jet to carry me away!