. . . No, it's Wondermom!!! Wait, what's happening?! There's smoke! She's going down!! Aaaahhhh . . . CRASH!! Well there you go. That pretty much sums it up for me. One minute I'm on top of the world. I've got things under control (or so I think.) Laundry is done, the house is picked up, there's food in the pantry, and all is quiet. I've fed the dog, ran my errands, got dinner planned, and I even look pretty good today if I do say so myself. But then, catastrophe strikes and down I go. Sometimes it's a big catastrophe, like . . . ok, who am I kidding. Usually it's not big. In fact, usually it's a teeny tiny catastrophe. Like, I realize that Isabelle din't make her bed again, even though I've told her a bizzilion times to get it done before she goes to school. Or Cheyanne wants to argue about when she's going to get her homework done. Even though she knows it needs to be done right after school. Or Noah decides to scream at and punch one of his sisters for watching tv with him (I swear i'm not making that up. He's very possesive of the tv.) Or (ooo, and this might qualify as a big one) I go to pull the laundry out of the dryer and I realize that SOMEONE left gum in their pocket. So now I have to clean up the gum that has melted all over the place.
Whatever it is though, I go from Wondermom to raging lunatic in a matter of seconds. "I'm sorry, Wondermom is no longer with us. Her part will now be played by her sinister, evil twin Psychomom." Who freaks out, slams doors and screams at everyone incoherently. This chick is just a couple wire hangers short of Mommie Dearest.
And Psychomom isn't the only villian that shows up to take my place. There's a few others that just pop in whenever they darn well please. Hormonalmom. Good grief, I can't get her to stop crying no matter how hard I try. Lazymom. She's completely useless. The kids are hungry, too bad. The house is a mess, oh well. And then there's grouchymom. Don't ask me what that woman's problem is, it's best to just avoid her.
But no matter which mommy shows up one thing remains the same. She loves her kids, ooodles and tons!!! She might want to blast them with her laser vision, but she still loves them.
So, every morning I wake up and I thank God for those 3 adorable little twurps. I pray for the strength and courage to be "Wondermom," a true superhero. Then I tie on my cape and strap on my boots and off I fly.
