Supermom Syndrome

It's 6:30am. I'm sitting in my car waiting to take a call for work. Waiting to win the supermom award. Figured it best to get the call out of the way before superhero training starts this morning. Too bad the call is running late. Too much time to sit and blog. I've decided in these brief 10 minutes that there is no such thing as a supermom - I mean there certainly are super moms, but no Supermoms. You know, the women who supposedly do EVERYTHING - work, raise their children, clean their own homes, sit on committees for church, have gourmet dinners waiting on the table when their husbands get home, weigh as much as they did in high school, serve as President of the PTA. You know the type - the type we all love to hate. The thing is, there are women who come close, and I certainly commend them, but the truth is we all only have 24 hours in a day.

Something suffers. Even if it is just ourselves. I have been thinking about this a lot lately. I only work part-time, and it isn't so much the working - in fact sometimes it is extremely rewarding, stimulating and challenging - it is just the fact that I am responsible for one more thing. Now, if I could replicate myself like in that stupid movie with Michael Keaton, it would be one thing. So the question is, if I could replicate myself, which me would I be? If I could outsource everything else, what would I do? Not sure I could handle focusing my energy on any one thing. So Supermom syndrome wins out, just so long as we are clear there is really no such thing.

So it is 6:50am. Call is now 20 minutes late. Superhero training starts in 10. Better go brush my teeth.