Some days I feel like SuperMom and other days not so much. On those other days, the feeling is more like SupperMom because making supper is pretty much all that I get done.
Happily, today was a SuperMom day. Not only did I knock off all three things on my to-do list (I didn't say it was a long list) but I let the kids play outside in the backyard after school. We haven't done that in like forever.
Yes yes, I can see you shaking your head and feel your questioning eyes boring holes through your computer screen into mine, asking me what my problem is. I'll tell you, it's not so much a problem as it is a pain in the neck. Getting the older three out the back door without anyone falling down the steps to the basement is hard enough, but throw in a baby in a carseat and snap 'n go stroller and it requires military precision - or at the very minimum, two parents. And the snacks, my lord, you would think we were going on a 3-day hike instead of ten feet from the kitchen. The backdoor is practically in the kitchen - it's so close that if you were really really starving and really feeling faint and you felt like there was just no way you could pull yourself up the three steps into the actual kitchen, you could just stick your hand inside the back door and grab an oreo and a juice box from the back closet. I'm just saying, my kids might be a tad dramatic at times. And I have absolutely no idea where in the world they get that from.
But I digress. The weather was so nice - totally autumn. It was cold, but not that cold. And the leaves were all crunchy and colorful and when I asked the kids if they wanted to go outside, they just got so excited. It was actually kind of pathetic. It's not that we dont use our backyard, we use it all the time. It's just been really chilly and wet these past few weeks and I really don't like scraping mud off of little sneakers that were left at the back door, expecially when said scraping occurs three minutes before we are supposed to leave for school the next morning. So you see, I have my reasons for ignoring the backyard for a while.
So we get outside and then I remember another reason why we haven't been outside lately. Josh had already stored away all the outside toys and bikes and climby things in the garage for the winter. We're not usually that on the ball, but the only way the patio furniture fits into the garage is if the toys go in first and the only way the sukkah fits in the garage is if the patio furniture goes in before the sukkah and you know, really, the milk is in the flowerpot and the paperclips are in the fridge and it's a whole slippery slope thing where we're just happy that we don't have to pack away the actual lawn so that the garage door closes.
So yeah, outside with four kids and not a toy in sight. And yet there must be at least 34,987 leaves in the backyard. At least that many. I can say that because last year at this time, when not all the leaves had yet fallen off the trees, we spent an entire Sunday bagging leaves, ended the day with 23 overflowing lawn bags and for sure another 12,000 leaves on the ground, with more just waiting for us to go inside so they too could jump off their trees and onto our property. So at this point, because we have not yet bagged one leaf, I would say that my estimate of 34,987 is probably on the low side.
On the bright side, that meant that there were 34,987 toys to play with in the backyard! And they were so creative. Yeah, sure, they started out just throwing the leaves at each other, but then they starting pushing them around (the rakes were in the garage too) and building all kinds of things. A leaf fort! A leaf car! A leaf snowman! To my untrained eye, it just looked like a pile of leaves, but to the kids, wow! They were having the best after-school afternoon that they've had since school started.
I just stood there (sadly, all the chairs are in the garage too) and watched them. And all of a sudden I knew it was time to go in.
Was it dark? No.
Was it getting cold? Nope!
Were they hungry? Probably, but not the answer I'm looking for.
Care to take another guess?
Okay, I'll just tell you - the fighting had begun.
"He took my leaf!"
"He made me fall on a leaf!"
"She hit me with a leaf!"
Oh, the melodious voices of my children complaining.
And so inside we went. Arthur-Cyberchase-Ruff Ruffman-dinner-and-a-bath. Our lovely routine taken care of, it was off to bed for the kiddies.
Did I still feel like SuperMom? Kind of. I also feel kind of starving from all this mothering. I'm gonna go drag myself to the kitchen and reach my hand into the back closet for an oreo and a juice box before I faint.
Are you a Mom?
Of course you are,
your shirt is dirty :)