It's officially official.
I am not Super Mom.
Not that I ever really thought I was Super Mom.
I haven't actually worn the cape in years.
Ok, never mind.
Anyway, the point is that I'm not Super Mom.
"Why?" You ask...
Because I burnt the meatloaf.
Messed up the quilt.
Forgot to make the coffee.
Chose not to do the dishes.
And stepped on the cat's tail.
I told her I was sorry, but cat's aren't overly forgiving.
At any rate, when I finally realized that I wasn't going to win any awards,
and no longer had need of the cape,
After all, if I'm really not Super Mom,
why fake it??
Tomorrow is another day.
I can mop the kitchen floor tomorrow.
Wash the dishes tomorrow.
Finish the laundry tomorrow.
But not today.
Today I am going to put up my feet,
watch some television with Husband,
and thank God that I no longer have to live up to a false image.
Or wear the cape.