Superwoman

Before I rolled out of bed this morning I offered a silent prayer. After I was done, I thought, "Hmmm... I just asked God to make me Super Woman."

I got out of bed, put on my cape (some might call it a bathrobe...), and headed downstairs to make my family breakfast. French toast and bacon, thank you very much. (Trevan sat down and asked where his eggs were...) (I do not know how my mom got up and made us breakfast every morning at the crack of dawn!) After that, I packed my husband's lunch, and then set up the play pen in the living room for Mallary's time outs; today I'm not taking any nonsense, and that includes screaming!

But, let's be honest, I can't be her:





without her:

and I'm pretty sure my Fairy Godmother has been on vacation for some time now. If she could just show up today, and turn the ants in my kitchen into maids I would really appreciate it. Then maybe they could clean up something other than the crumbs underneath Mallary's high chair.

These next few days my posts will be dedicated to this idea of being Superwoman, being perfect, etc. etc. etc.

So, wish me luck in my efforts today, as I pretend I'm Superwoman. Because, it would take a Superwoman to get the bazillion things done that I need to get done...

images found here and here