"S" is for super. super what is the question......

this is something i wrote over the summer.  so why am i posting it now???  well, i've got a couple of minutes to kill but not long enough to actually write something & i miss writing.  besides i don't want anybody to think all i did this summer was lay on the beach & sip margaritas.  i was a little productive.......

............everybody wants to be somebody's hero right???? we want to save the day.  we want to right the wrongs.  we want to make things better.  not necessarily for the world at large but atleast for those in our own little worlds.  i believe somewhere deep inside each of us lies the makings of that hero.  some of us are born with an "S" sewn onto our bibs.  we come straight out of the birth canal slaying dragons and saving damsels in distress.  while others of us.......well, lets just say it takes some of us a little bit longer to tap into our superhuman abilities....to believe enough in ourselves that we are capable of superhuman feats.  by virtue of default, the day we become parents we also become "somebody's hero".  we don't necessarily sign up for it but believe me if you read the fine print, it's in the job description.  right under the section about being chief cook & bottle washer.  trust me, it's there.  i pulled out my contract the other day just because i was having my doubts.  sooooo you ask what exactly is my point in all this????  wellllll you see i've been at this "parent hero" thing for a while now.  almost twenty years to be exact.  i'm thinking i should have my hero skills tweeked by now.  i have perfected the "mama kiss".  mama's kisses have the power to make everything better.  everything.  yes, thank you.  i've worked hard on that one.  but honestly other than that what kind of real hero power do i have.  i mean every hero has some kind of super power right.  wonder woman had that oh soooo cool lasso.  spiderman can sling webs.  superman leaps tall buildings in a single bound.  batman has the batcave & a really awesome car.  so i'm standing in the bathroom tonight brushing my teeth wondering what exactly is my superhuman hero power.  well, ask and you shall recieve.  in walks samantha.  she plops herself down on the commode and declares she's needs to poop.  my immediate response was....of course you do.   as i'm trying to hurry up and evacuate it finally dawned on me what my power was.  i have the superhuman power to make my children have to use the bathroom by merely stepping into the bathroom myself.  some would scoff and say that this was just a mere coincidence.  i'm here to tell you it's not.  it doesn't matter what they are doing.  if i go in to the bathroom for any reason, they're drawn to me like white on rice.  the minute i take a seat, somebody's got to "go" and it's an emergency that can't wait....doesn't matter that there's another bathroom down the hall.  i can't tell ya how many times i've been stunk out of the shower.  i've even been requested to wipe a butt while i was in the shower.  and again some would say well this is not a true superhuman power....they're just little.  no....no.  my superhuman powers have been proven to work on the oldest of my children.   just last week i decided to get up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night.  i have a bad habit of leaving the door open.  and it was the middle of the night.  two seconds after i sat down the big huffalump comes plowing around the corner at ninety miles and hour.....oh, oh, sorry, excuse me, i gotta use the bathroom.   seeeeee.  superhuman hero power.  doesn't matter.  old or young.  early morning...middle of the night.   they are useless against it.  now if i could just figure out a way to channel it for the good of all mankind, that would really be heroic..........

Martha Stewart I'm not.....

I spent most of today working on my domestic “goddess” duties. Grocery shopping, cleaning, laundry, cleaning, cooking, cleaning, tending to sick children & ummmm…did I mention cleaning??? For all my effort, I look around me and everything still looks like a tornado hit it. ***Sighhhhhh*** Why is that??? I’m convinced there’s some evil invisible force working against me. How else would one explain the mystery surrounding the fact that 10 minutes after I clean a room it looks exactly like it did when I started??? How??? I really want to know. There are so many days I want to just say forget it. Let the dust bunnies have their way. Does anybody really have any business looking under my couch anyway??? So what if there’s dust so thick under there that you can write your name in it. Who really cares if there’s two tennis balls, a chewed up wiffle ball, three red dust-covered squishy balls, a chewed up bone (wondered where that got to), a Woody doll, 3 pennies and a reindeer ring. I mean really. Who cares! Obviously not me. LOL. I’ve kinda been on strike for the last…oh say two years. Figured if nobody else was doing anything, neither was I. Welllllllll, a lot of good that did me. Now I just have ten times the work to catch up on. Oh I’ve done “surface” cleaning. It’s the deep down cleaning and the decluttering (is that a word???) that I’ve been avoiding. Ryan wasn’t feeling so good today so he stayed home from school. Grocery shopping was his punishment (yes…punishment. He foiled my plans!). After we go back home and I put up all the groceries and fixed him pancakes, I started working on my bedroom & bathroom. An hour later, my bathroom was sparkly clean. As I stood back and admired my handy work….everything neat and in it’s place, I saw myself. No. Not in the mirror. I saw myself in a “catch all” pitcher that sits on my sink. And THIS my friends is the real point of my blog today. Not the fact that I’m no Martha Stewart. Obviously. This pitcher sits on my sink and has served as a storage container for all my little junk for years. I have a terrible habit of coming home from work, emptying my pockets and throwing everything on the sink counter. When I straighten up I’ll put all the odds & ends into this pitcher. There’s alcohol wipes, needles, band-aids, my raise (lol), and a million other little things. Well as I’m looking around the room and it looks so organized & together, I see the pitcher and it strikes me that that pitcher is me. That is what I feel like on the inside. No matter how well I clean up the outside. No matter how well everything is organized & no matter how together everything appears from the outside, I’m just a pitcher crammed full of mixed up junk. There are a lot of days I feel disorganized from the inside out. As Lisa Guy would say…..does that make sense??? And I’m not looking for somebody to say….oh poor Sue, she’s always seemed sooo together….who would’ve thunk it. Lol. Because truly I have no idea how I appear to others and I‘m not so sure I really care. What I do know is I think most people strive to look like they “have it” together. Some are just better than others at masking the truth. I laughed when I looked at the pitcher and saw myself. Why? Maybe because that’s who I’ve always been. A little disorganized and cluttered on the inside. I was a slob growing up. There Mom. I admitted it. As I grew up, I learned it was not socially acceptable to be a slob on the “outside”. I learned to shove things under my bed and into my closet.  I learned to hide my "mess".  A master of disguise.  And to this day I still do the same thing. I took some pictures of my linen closet and my cabinets but really…I’m too embarrassed to show them. Lol. Hopefully by the end of this week my house will be looking a little more presentable. At least the parts that are visible to the naked eye. Please….just don’t open anything or take a look on the inside. You’ll see how mixed up and disorganized I truly am. And besides….we might both get hurt when the ugly truth reveals itself. Lol. You see, the more things change, the more they really stay the same……