Still trying to fit part of super mom

We all have the same amount of hours in the day. However, what we can accomplish varies greatly. I often feel like I’m running on a hamster wheel. I try and try, but my to-do list keeps getting longer, the clutter piles up and I am left wishing for more time.

I appreciate the break of summer, it seems as though the lack of a strict daily schedule should allow me to have plenty of free time. Yet, when I have a certain amount of structure it seems easier to check things off the list as I go. When I am free to do as I please, I pretty much become a child.

Instead of spending my time wisely, I frivolously squander it watching kid movies on TV and playing with the kids. Don’t get me wrong, I know that the time I spend with the munchkins is valuable. However, I tend to forget that I can incorporate cleanup into play. We end up playing video games or playing pretend. By the end of the day I’m completely spent, yet I look around and cannot fathom how few things were accomplished.

I have discussed the concept of super moms before but now I am looking for a cape store at this point.

Even though I lack in the domesticity department, it still warms my heart more than anything when I get a compliment. Kaleb has these moments of sweetness that simply melt me. Out of the blue he said, “Mom, you’re the best.” And truly, in that moment I felt like I really was!

My twins don’t really use words to communicate, but the fact that they love to smother me in kisses helps me forget that my house is a mess, I’m wearing no makeup and have wasted a great deal of the day trying to help my son pass levels on video games.

We do have one strong tradition established that I have been able to keep, even in the lazy summer. My hubby and I make sure that we each get some one-on-one time with the kids. Well, to be perfectly honest it’s one-on-one and one-on-two as we swap time with the twins and our oldest. But the theory is still there and still strong. We take that time out to make sure that our kids have individual attention.

I am not a superhero, I haven’t earned my cape or any special powers. Yet, if you ask my kids, I may be on my way. I just might be ready for the underwear-on-the-outside-of-pants hero attire. Though I probably better leave that one ‘til our next good guys and bad guy games of pretend, I don’t think I’m quite prepared for that fashion statement.