Supermom

Yes I am awarding myself that title this week. Maybe a bit premature…since it is only Tuesday, but oh well.

Why am I a Supermom?

good question.

My husband left today to take the kids from church to camp. So happy he did, and I know God will do great things there…but it’s just me and the three kids this week. Holy Cannoli!

Not only am I going to miss him being around, you know cause I love him and all, but I look forward to when he comes home at night so I can have some back up! These kids can be brutal. HA!

Nonetheless, he’s gone.

I have decided to blog about my Supermomness each day he’s gone. One, because I know many moms do this all the time due to divorce, military, death, etc. and second, because I want you to know that I am still alive each night! HA! (If you don’t hear from me, please step away from your computer and call 9-1-1)  😉 Thankfully I will be flying solo for only a week, but I do commend all the women/men out there who are raising their children alone. God Bless You!


So let’s get to it!

Chronicles of a Supermom Day One:

When I dropped Sam off at the church I thought, you know this won’t be that hard. I mean what’s 4 days alone with 3 kids? No-Big-Deal. Then they started screaming…in the car…all three…off key. Yep, I have officially lost my mind. Why didn’t I ask to stay over a my parents’ house? They wouldn’t have minded. Oh no, instead I felt like I should brave it out, be a big girl, do it on my own.

Yep, I got this.

…So I drove to my parents’ house for the day. (don’t judge, haha!)

Hanging out there should be fun. A nice break in what would probably prove to be a long week. My sister was there and helpful…this was good, real good. Definitely restored my confidence for the days ahead. Until nap time.

As I was getting Ethan ready for nap I passed by the bathroom, and it hit me, I needed to go. You know how it is, you have to go to the bathroom but forget because you are running around doing things. Then once you remember, it’s like the urge to tinkle comes right back. Yep, that was me…tinkle bound. As I walked in, I noticed my son hadn’t flushed the toilet from his previous visit. I got this…until I realize he had tried to flush it, it just wouldn’t go down. Oh snap…it started to overflow…bright blue water (from the toilet bowl disc). I yelled for my sister to bring me the plunger before my parents’ new bathroom decor turned beach themed and began plunging.

gush.

Are you kidding me.

gush.

This would happen on the day I am trying to be Supermom.

gush.

Why isn’t this stupid plunger working.

gush.

I bit the bullet and called my dad. Yep, should’ve gone home. I just knew we were going to have to call a plumber and get him to fix it…and I had no idea where that money would come from to pay my parents back.

gush.

After about 20 minutes, I admited defeat…beat out by a plunger. Guess I’ll just have to wait until my dad gets home to hopefully fix it. Oh dear Lord I need our help.

Cut to a couple hours later…

My dad came home from work and went into the bathroom. With about 2 pushes he successfully unclogs the toilet and order is restored. Thank the Lord!

You know, I may take up plumbing as a career, you know, since I’m so good at it! HA!

Next on our to-do list, was the church softball game. What a great way to turn around our day! I took the kids to the ball park like Sam and I always do on Tuesday nights. My mom and sister were such a big help, but somehow we missed my two year old sitting on the first row of bleachers. I guess he had some of the oil from bp‘s oil spill under his tail because one second he was fine and the next he falls backwards and hits his head on the bleacher and the concrete. Fabulous! Poor little man had no scratches on him, but it sure shook him up a bit.

For pete’s sake can I catch a break?!?!

“No Ethan, you may not climb on that.”


“Titus please do not dip your ring pop in the dirt.”


“No throwing dirt.”


“Or rocks.”


“Ethan quit screaming or you will have to stay in time out.”


“Titus, I will take your ring pop away if your put it in the dirt again!”

After the game, I was counting my blessings because I realized when we got home it would be bedtime. Nothing more beautiful than three babies sleeping:

…and not making a sound! HOLLA!!!!

I know today may seem a little rough, but I know that tomorrow will be better!

Bring it on, Cause I’m Supermom!

(Please know my heart in that I LOVE my kids. I wouldn’t change my life for a bit, but I like to get the crazy stuff off of my chest and on this blog. It’s for me to toss out and for you to laugh at…cause really after the heat of the moment, it’s pretty funny!)