It's a Bird...It's a Plane...

Yesterday was NOT a good day.  

In fact, to be completely blunt it outright sucked.

Big Time!

It seems I was getting a little too cocky in this mother of three role and the universe decided I needed to get a big fat reality slap.

Sure we had a few challenging hours here and there when one or two babies would scream for no known reason and on occasion the Boy would break out his best impression of a whiny four year old, but overall the transition from Party of 3 to Party of 5 has been a relative cakewalk.

I was keeping the house clean.

We were keeping up with laundry and dishes.

I was making homecooked meals.

I was beginning to think I was a superhero.  

And then yesterday happened.

Due to the great Christopher Columbus preschool was closed on Monday.  Admittedly I feared the day as it meant I would be home alone with three children all day for the first time.  In a shocking twist the day was a pure delight.  I was really starting to think this gig was easy.

But again...then yesterday happened.

Because of Chris and his three ships bumping into America, Tuesday was the equivalent of a Monday.  We all know how hard Mondays are.  This is also true for preschoolers.  The Boy did NOT want to go to school.  He not only made this clear verbally, but by dragging his feet and putting up a fuss about everything from his bowl of oatmeal to putting on his shoes.

When he and hubby finally made it out the door I assumed the worst was over.

Indeed it had just begun.

I was tag teamed.

I was outnumbered.

I was beat down and defeated by a team of girls weighing a combined total of less than 16 pounds.

It wasn't pretty.

There were screams and cries and poop and spitup...lots of poop and spit-up.  It was a big ole ugly loud mess of a day.  If one wasn't crying the other one was.  I think crying is an understatement.  This was the constant shrieking that makes you fear the baby is about to go into cardiac arrest.  High pitched, hardly catching a breath, sounds more like an animal than a human screaming.  And it was constant.

I'm hoping today is better.

How can it not be.

Last night the Boy broke out his superhero outfit.  My sister made it for him for his birthday.  It has his name emblazened across the front with the word 'super' in front of it.  There is an attached cape with a star on the back.  It's super-cool.  He wore it around all night, wanted to sleep in it and declared he would be wearing it to school today.

Beat down from the day and deciding it was not a battle I wanted to fight I said sure.

Today he bounced out of bed, grabbed his cape and faster than a speeding bullet he transformed from pajama boy into Super Cam.  He asked to put his shoes and socks on immediately so that he would be all ready to leave.  He tried to get hubby to bring him to school starting at 7:15.  It's amazing what a superhero costume can do for the mood of a day.

And so with that I am off to put on my sweats, tie a bed sheet around my neck and do my best to reclaim my supermom status.

It's a bird, it's a plane, it's the mother of infant twins cleaning the house and firing up the crockpot!