One of my friends recently sent me a message that she thought I was Super Mom.  I’m sure that she meant it as a compliment, which is how I took it.  Then, I started thinking about it and wondering if that’s what others where thinking (or puking).  I’ve tried not to complain about daily trivial trials on my blog because I don’t want to be a negative whiner.  Truth be told, in the privacy of my own home, I can really be a whiner.

I am so NOT Super Mom.  I forget to respond to notes from school a lot of the time.  My kids sometimes don’t even eat dinner until after 7 PM.  And, shhhhhhh, sometimes…  instead of cleaning up the house, I veg out during Baby E’s naptime to The Tudors.  (I never saw an episode until around Christmas, and now I’m hooked.)

I can be a perfectionist.  It causes me a lot of stress.  Very recently, I had the responsibility of organizing a sale for my MOPS group.  The event was today.  It went well, but we didn’t sell as many renter tables as we normally sell.  I’ve been going over everything trying to find what I missed.  I can’t find anything (doesn’t mean it’s not there somewhere).  It’s really been driving me crazy.  Maybe it was the date we chose, maybe there were too many sales in the area recently, maybe there wasn’t enough advertising, or maybe it was just a combination of things that were totally out of my control.  I need to learn how to just let it go.

As usual, there’s laundry to be washed, floors to be cleaned and papers to attend to.  It seems that those jobs are always there no matter how much time I give.  Honestly, my house is pretty messy, dirty right now.  I’ve completely ignored everything while trying to organize the sale and attend to my horrible, monster headaches this past week.

Really, I could go on and on and probably keep blabbing for several paragraphs, but you don’t really want to read all that do you?  I’m hoping that you all get the idea.  I am no Super Mom.  I’m completely unworthy of such a title.