By Eva Faircloth
I seem to have misplaced my cape lately, you know, my Supermom cape. No, it doesn’t resemble Wonder Woman’s shiny red one, and I certainly don’t have those foxy red and white stiletto boots. (Who can really save the world …
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By Eva Faircloth
I seem to have misplaced my cape lately, you know, my Supermom cape. No, it doesn’t resemble Wonder Woman’s shiny red one, and I certainly don’t have those foxy red and white stiletto boots. (Who can really save the world in those? I think something more sensible is required for that, like combat boots.)
My cape more closely resembles an apron. Wait, it is an apron. To be exact, it’s pink and blue and my sister made it for me years ago. I usually keep it hanging in my laundry room by one of those handy blue dusters, or what I refer to as one of the weapons in my Supermom arsenal.
The apron went MIA over the weekend. After stressing over finding it, I decided it was a casualty in the war on dirt, mud pies and homework assignments. This caused me to rethink my Supermom status.
I’d like to know who set the bar so high that I’m expected (well, I expect myself) to be able to work; then run by the grocery store for the essentials; come home to do homework; referee the boys in the backyard throwing army men at each other; bathe the specs of dirt that once resembled boys; cook a meal with both protein and vegetables (that will be eaten by the garbage disposal); put away the clean dishes and clean the dirty ones; sweep the half-eaten green beans from the floor; wash, dry and fold the laundry; convince the boys to put away their toys; pack book bags for school; find matching socks for the two Boy Wonder’s for the next day (who am I kidding, the socks rarely match); and find time to workout and take care of “me,” only to do it all over again the next day?
Well, guess what folks? I’m over it. I’m joining the Anti-Supermom Club, where it’s okay for dinner to come from the freezer section occasionally and you don’t lose points if your laundry isn’t folded and tucked neatly into drawers. In fact, you gain points if you and the kids toss the laundry aside to snuggle on the couch with their favorite book.
Eva Faircloth resides in Loxley with Lee, her husband of 10 years, and two sons, Gavin, 6, and Ethan, 4.