It is amazing how quickly mothers can throw off their business suit, cocktail dress, or PJs to put on that SuperMom uniform.
Amazing, I say.
Last night (or this morning, it’s 3:45 a.m. Hawaii time as I write this) I heard it.
It was coming from my two year old daughter in her bed…right next to me. Yes, I had already been summoned by her around midnight, with a yell for “mommy” and a “I be with you, Mama?” as I checked on her. How could a mom, a very tired, mom resist?
There we slept, with bed rails and all, when I heard it.
And then a little voice, “Throw up mama”
I sprung into action. Sleepy dust be gone. Contacts, that were left in, be damned and I whisked her up into my arms.
Throw up on ME, not your new quilt. That’s all I was thinking.
We made it to the bathroom and whamo. Upchuck.
This is the second time this week that my little one has had an upset stomach that resulted in my springing to SuperMom action and then spending two hours awake on the couch, barf bucket at our feet, a PBS kids show on the tube and either my iphone or laptop under my fingers.
Here we sit. All is calm for now. Hoping it will stay that way but just in case, my SuperMom uniform is peeking out from under my PJs, ready at a moments notice.
Yes this is the life of a SuperMom.
(I am not sure what is up with my little one. It’s either the pizza or the gummy vitamins. Or perhaps the combination.)
When was the last time that you had to rip off your day clothes for the blue SuperMom uniform?