I'm no superman*

*yes, that’s a reference to this song.

Yes, I make Frankenstein treats for my kids and yes, we go on nature walks and alphabet walks.  Yes, we play educational games in the grocery store, and yes, we practice our addition skills while the kids help me bake a cake.  I also let my kids splash in puddles and get muddy sometimes.  I don’t care if the baby eats a little grass or gnaws on the edge of the table.  So very often I am “that mom”.  The good one.  The over-achiever.  Mrs. Crafty McCrafterson.

But lately I’ve been feeling like that the old adage my be true for me:  Jack of all trades, master of none.

I’m feeling bleh tonight.  (It might very possibly be the horribly nasty and cheap frozen pizza I ate for dinner.)

I enjoy watching the clouds drift by as we sit on the back deck, my kids and I, but I can’t help but have a million other thoughts running through my head:

“Did I call Kathy back?  Which charter bus company have I not heard back from?  Why am I annoyed with myself for ending that last question with a preposition?  Did I lock us out of the house again?  Is Lauren available to come help me get back into my own house again?  What if the baby falls out of his crib while I’m locked out?  Which window should I break?  Can I throw hard enough to break a window?  Wait…we don’t even have any big rocks around here.  What would I use to break the window?  Ya know, I should really get one of those fake rock hide-a-key thingys.  But isn’t that like asking for a robber to let themselves into your house?  What would somebody take if they robbed me?  Surely they wouldn’t steal my pictures, right?  Would home owner’s insurance help out in the event of theft?  Do we have adequate coverage?  How about a list of our stuff.  Do we have an up-to-date one of those?  I know we had one a long time ago.  You know, before kids.  Oh, man!  What if they stole my laptop.  The one with all my pictures saved on it.  I should check on that online system backup program.   Wow, I have an over-active imagination.  I’m making myself tired just thinking.”

I’m feeling out of sorts and discombobulated.

I’m feeling a little overwhelmed.

I’m tired.

I am realizing that “I’m not SuperWoman”.

And that’s hard for me…because I so wanted to wear a form-fitting lycra suit with bright red go-go boots.

16 Responses to I'm no superman*
  1. Kate P.
    October 30, 2009 | 7:37 am

    I love that you called him a “robber”.

  2. stephanie
    October 30, 2009 | 9:21 am

    Maybe you just have ADD 🙂

  3. Tara
    October 30, 2009 | 9:54 am

    We all have our moments of insecurity, but just so you know, I think you’re amazing. I couldn’t pretend to do all the stuff you do, all with boundless energy and a sense of humor!

  4. April
    October 30, 2009 | 12:29 pm

    I feel ya girl! And how sad is it that even though we went to Trunk-or-Treat last night (and had a blast), and the kids have parties at school today, and we’re going to the “Marching Band” ballgame, and we’re going to see Terry’s middle school band kids play at the Milledgeville Fair on Saturday AND I am finishing the longest run-on sentence ever; I somehow feel guilty/disappointed/something that we don’t have anything for the kids to do on Halloween night!

  5. Issa
    October 30, 2009 | 2:05 pm

    Superwoman is a myth. She never really existed. She’s there only to make us feel bad about ourselves.

    Your kids are loved and played with; they are fed and relatively clean. At the end of the day, that is the important thing. Huge hugs my fiend. I know it’s overwhelming.

  6. ...angela
    October 30, 2009 | 4:04 pm

    I think most, if not all, moms feel this way at some point. I think it’s because we care about our families and others. I have felt this way, but then i look at my 3 grown children who – I think – turned out very well.

  7. Becky
    October 31, 2009 | 3:15 pm

    But you are Superwoman Bridget. Even if you tried NOT to be, you’d still be her. You are “that” mom and you always will be because you won’t settle for less. But Superwoman needs down time too. You don’t let yourself have down time. Did you know that? Because you don’t. Foggy brain is your body’s way of saying – you are maxed out & need to chill. I refuse to let you say one more thing that makes sense, I am going to temporarily take away your memory of commonly used words (like milkshake), and I am going to lock you out of your own house until you chill.

    Two words Bridget… DOWN TIME.

    (and three more words…. I LOVE YA!)

  8. April
    November 12, 2009 | 2:42 pm

    So this was waiting for me in my inbox this morning when I got to work & it was TOO fitting not to share with this post: