Supermom

Recently, a few friends have jokingly called me supermom. This always surprises me and makes me a little uneasy. I don't feel like decentmom most of the time, let alone supermom. I feel like instead of complimenting me, they're taunting me. They promise the title is genuine though.

It's all the crocheting, cloth diapering, cooking, sewing, and blogging I do in addition to full time mothering, they say. I feel like I need to set the record straight that while I do enjoy those activities, I rarely do them well simultaneously. I have a stack of unfinished crochet projects on the ottoman, a headful of unpublished blog entries, and neglected kids on most days of the week. I'm kidding about the neglected kids, but that's how I feel sometimes.

Having 2 is way harder than I imagined and just now, 9 weeks in, do I feel semi-confident in my mothering skills. When they both cry at the same time, someone doesn't get held. When they're both hungry, someone has to wait to get fed. When they both need to get loaded into the car, someone is left standing in the street. Kidding, sort of. Somebody gets the shaft when there are 2 babies and only 1 mommy and that makes me feel like a really bad mom. Superbadmom.

But for the last couple of days, something miraculous has happened. Some would call it sublime even. I have managed to get both girls to take their afternoon nap at the same time. It is heaven. 3 hours of uninterrupted mommy time to waste use however I want. I have been able to crochet, blog, cook, and catch up on the housework for several days straight. This makes me feel like I have it together. Like I really am supermom.

Proof:

Just down the hall...

Friends, you were right. I am supermom. For 3 hours a day, at least.