There are these days, occasionally, when I feel like supermom. Times like this morning, when the girls and I showed up to an 8 am dentist appointment ten minutes early -- nothing like that other time that will haunt me forever. And they all actually had their teeth brushed, after their nutritious breakfast of hot multigrain cereal and applesauce, and I got their hair done before we left, and all three of them were wearing matching socks. (Plus they all had on underwear. I'm not the only mom whose kiddos have snuck out of the house commando once or twice, am I?!)
After the dentist, we headed to the grocery store, where the girls squealed with delight when I put blackberries and corn on the cob into the cart, but were busy talking and giggling as we passed the ice cream and didn't start up the chorus of please-we-need-to-have-ice-cream-because-it's-summer-and-it's-our-right-or-we-might-die that has happened several times lately. And when the sweet old man who passed us told Hannah that she has beautiful curly hair, she smiled politely and answered, "Thank you, and you have a very nice hat!"
Then we were home by 10 am and spent the rest of the morning doing school work together, while simultaneously baking six dozen cookies for a bridal shower tomorrow. (Ok, four dozen are for the bridal shower...I promised Lamont we would make enough to keep some!) Having the girls "help" me while I'm baking is not something I am good about doing at all, and multi-tasking that with doing their school? Yeah. I impressed myself.
Now I know that tomorrow might go completely differently from today. For that matter, there are still plenty of hours left in this day for total meltdown to occur! Ashley and Hannah have their first t-ball practice tonight (assuming the predicted thunderstorms can hold off until later this evening), and so dinner has to be ready precisely on time in order for us to be ready to leave for that. And there are a couple loads of laundry left to do today, too. And, you know, there are five people in this family, each with our own failings, each capable of causing all kinds of issues for each other. (No, there are six of us! Our baby girl has been trying to poke her way out through my right side lately in the most creatively uncomfortable ways, so she gets included in that list!) I am intimately acquainted with some of the endless ways and reasons that a day can fall apart, and I seem to be good at discovering new ones all the time.
But for right now, in this moment, I feel like supermom. And that is rare and precious and worth celebrating!