Do you ever picture yourself standing on your roof, blue tights, red cape flying in the breeze, hands on your hips, chest out with the big red "S" on it?  When asked, I usually tell people that my cape is in the wash!

   I'm really not sure how us moms do it.  Seriously, I love my husband who's got a tough job that, at this point, he hates - which, of course, makes it even worse... but he couldn't do what I do.  I don't think any man could do what us moms do!

   Look at an average day -- the house -- laundry (always laundry - it never seems to end!), dishes, vacuuming (another "always" thing!) -- the kids -- get the kids going - changed, dressed, hugged & kissed, packed up, dropped at school, daycare, whatever -- the job -- get there, get started, get into it, go to lunch, get back and try to stay awake, get interrupted, get out of there -- the trip home -- pick up the kids, the mail, dinner, get there, make dinner, feed everybody, clean up, play with the kids, do tub time (a hated chore for me), put the kids to bed, take care of necessary phone calls for the house, the family, your volunteer stuff, do the checkbook, go shopping online for the broken washing machine parts, find the toys for your kid's birthday -- and don't ever forget -- the husband --  cuddle, coddle, appreciate, pat him on the back and his butt, let him know he's the boss, the babe, the man and that you could never live without him and, oh yeah, go have sex - and be good at it!  Hey, wait a minute - you didn't get any time in there for just you - did you?  Calgon didn't take you away - again!

   I love my life - I love being the mom (I always win! - At least that's what I tell my kids...).  My husband helps out a lot around here, more than most of my friends' husband's, and it's great that I can just stop what I'm doing and go outside to build roads in the sandbox whenever I want.  But sometimes (a lot of times...) I just feel like everybody and everything is just too much.  I'm trying really hard to learn that you can't be all things to all people.  Sometimes I just have to say no.  It's hard, but I'm learning to say no and say it LOUD!

   Women, blessed with the ability to do a million things all at once and be able to keep track of those things, are also cursed with the ever dreaded "overload."  It sucks!  I get everything going exactly the way I want it and someone or something throws in a curve ball and boom - overload, crazy woman (my knickname around here is "pycho-mama"), nut case lady - well, I'm sure you've heard them all - and, God forbid, all of this hits during PMS!

   So, I guess the point I'm trying to make is -- being Super Mom is being able to do everything - fix it, build it, cook it, mend it, create it, make it feel better -- being Super Mom is feeling great, beautiful, sexy, charming, adorable, witty, intelligent, simple, natural -- being Super Mom is holding down the fort, earning a good living, giving your time and efforts to charity, and basically keeping everyone in your life happy -- but really being Super Mom is taking care of yourself, making you happy and knowing when to stop and tell everyone and everything no.