Sometimes I feel like I am a total momma failure. I yell at my girls. I don't have plans for dinner. The clothes are all dirty. The floors are even dirtier. I just want to go back to bed.
Today is not that day. Today I felt like She-Ra. Princess of Power. Twin sister of He-Man. But better. Momma She-Ra. Here is my stunning likeness. Just add five kids.
Yep. Five kids. Today I took those five kids on an outing. No one died and no one got lost. The hardest part was getting all of them in and out of the van. After pushing and rearranging seats, they all finally fit. Piece of cake. Princess of Power is only slightly perspiring.
We went to church to make a mayhem video for Sunday morning. Mayhem happens to be these kids' specialty, so they did great. Oscar worthy. Then we played in the gym. Running, screaming, and only mild arguments.
And how does a super hero get kids to leave a gym full of balls? Momma She-Ra promises them candy from the bank brandishes her sword with much fanfare and the children happily follow.
The sidekicks squeezed back into the borrowed van. All still happy. Mamma She-Ra gloried in her triumph. We rolled up to the bank window to make a deposit. The teller looked in, laughed, and asked how many suckers I needed. When I told her five, she laughed again and shook her head.
Laugh all you want lady. But be warned. If you laugh any harder, I might just take my posse out of this car and bring them inside your peaceful little bank. Make my deposit in your lobby. Then we'll be the ones laughing. I guess she can't see my sword from her pedestal.
The superhero club rounded out the day with a magical car wash, calendar time, Daily News, memory verses, Queen Esther, the letter E, reading, journals, lunch, nap, math, and science.
Learning, errands, and fun all day with no injuries to report.
I am Momma She-Ra. Hear me roar.
Here's the news from those sweet babies and a few more.
To the parents of Jaycee: Did you know this?
To the parents of Gideon: If anyone can, he can.
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