I'm in the middle of a great story and I don't know the ending yet. (Or maybe just a mid life crisis.) As hard as I might try, I can't figure it out with my mind. (Oh, am I limited?) Where's Clark Kent when you need him? All I can do is have the courage to continue to search for truth, justice and maybe fight some crime along the way. Although I'm superhero-like, there is only one of me. (Limited again.) Super twin powers activate!
On weekdays at 9:00AM I put on my cape and red boots and transform into courage girl, fighter of limits and break free into Universal power but then on the weekends it's like someone dumps water on me and I melt into a regular stressed out mom, bordering on wickedness, wiping butt, getting drooled on, baking cookies and being jumped on. Which would be fine if I didn't have to write for 100 days straight! Eight more weekends of this and then back to enjoying being jumped on.
This year I bailed on hand crafting a Halloween costume and opted for a store bought super hero for my crazy kid. I am going as the witch of the North, so I can wear my ruby slippers, prior to the house falling on me. Maybe next year I can afford the spa day in the Emerald City and a new blue dress, until then, I'm just lovin' the present moment.
Speaking of superheroes, can you say SUPER NANNY?