Potpourri

Kids are back to school so life has been busy. We are getting into the swing of things but it's still hectic. Our calendar is so full , we need extensions. By the way if anyone knows how to extend the day by another 2- 4 hours, please let me know- we can use the time.

On Mondays we have school and then Jacob has speech afterwards. On Tuesdays after dinner the three youngest have gymnastics and Tyler does Karate at the same time ( obviously Donald and I get to split up that evening ) Wednesday is show and tell day for Jacob and Hailey - each have different themes of course and this week we had the added bonus of having Red  White and Blue day  because of course I have all kinds of red white and blue clothes lying around for the fall.  ( I so love schools ) Wednesday is also Tyler's library day and Jacob has speech after school. Thursday normally so far is open besides the normal homework,make lunches for 4 kids that all want different items  night  and pick out clothes for prissy kids things that we do every night. This week however I get the added bonus of having to send  Jacob with a shirt that has a pattern to it. I picked out a shirt with alternating skulls on it. I figured after the recent hand grenade scare last week , they'd appreciate it..or not.

You see last Friday one of our lovely township kids brought in a hand grenade for show and tell. The school was less than thrilled as were the State Police who got called in. Turns out it wasn't a REAL ( Gee Mom - what's the big deal?) hand grenade - just a replica. I'm sure the Principal who had to move a whole school of kids to another area in 5 minutes was thrilled with that parent for helping picking a very interesting show and tell item. After all they do tell us to send something interesting in that the child can talk about. I have to admit a hand grenade is interesting ( although it wouldn't have been my choice).

In addition to school and extra curricular activities for kids, I have my full time job, I'm working real estate part time (www.kellyashearer.com ) and coming later  in the fall will be launching a new line of sleepwear along with my very talented graphic artist partner  Marybeth.  The sleepwear, incidentally,  was inspired by a now infamous unflattering e-mail from my boss (who has since graciously apologized). There is nothing like the power of anger to enflame an idea. Stay tuned for the website and online store in time for Christmas ordering

I've also volunteered as class Momma for Tyler and  for the PTA ( I want to ensure I keep busy ) . Speaking of which - the Tabernacle PTA is hawking STUFF.  The great thing about it is I can annoy all my loyal blog readers because you can now support the PTA online by buying the stuff! 

Simply visit http://www.cherrydale.com/shop/ and when you check out  choose Tabernacle Elementary School !

 This coming weekend, Donald and I will  have been married to each other for 6 years and to celebrate that HUGE achievement ( trust me,we annoy each other equally - thank god we love each other or we couldn't have made it ) we are going away WITHOUT the children. This is thanks to generosity of my sister in law Heather who will be taking two kids , caring for our house and pets and  to my parents who will be taking the other two.

It's not that we don't love our children - we love them immensely , but when I was cleaning our closet this past weekend and found 15 DAD shirts in Donald's wardrobe, I knew we were going through a slight identity crisis.  So as of Friday we are off to the mountains of CT sans kids  where will  celebrate 6 years of wedded bliss - oh and enough  emotional roller coaster rides to fill 3 theme parks.

Hasta La Vista - until next time!

Living with a Superhero

I have often wondered how Robin felt being second fiddle to Batman.  It couldn't have been easy for him to be standing gallantly - waiting in his crime fighter attire to snap into action - only to have everyone say the same thing to him "Where's Batman ". The pain the boy must have felt at not being recognized as a super hero - it is a pain ony he and mothers can understand.  It's like when a child bounces in carrying a broken toy car- The mother reaches for it  in an attempt to help possibly fix it only to be shot an annoyed look by  a young child " Where's Dad?"

I live with Super Dad and his fan club and while usually its okay- after his 4th or 5th heroic deed in a day  that has fans chanting " GO SUPER DAD GO " - I just want to wrap his cape around his neck. You see like Robin , I am SuperDad's little Superhero helper.  I could never live up to his reputation or do the wonderous things he does but occasionally I am needed.

This morning I decided to help assemble a complicated toy for my kids  They were happy and offered support . I was struggling along and eventually would have gotten it together. Granted they might have been too old to play with it , but I would have eventually prevailed. Then "HE" appeared in the doorway and my collective group of kids turned on me. " SUPER DAD is here!!!!! Heee can fix it. So he swooped down and in seconds had put together the toy  " YEAH SUPER DAD"

Later that day I was trying to figure out how to do a craft project Jacob needed for school. He had to cover a shoe box with paper and decorate it. I was still planning when I heard spraying and laughing. I went to find the HERO had   gone into his secret compartment of  superhero tools and pulled out spray glue that I didnt even know we had. Quicker than a speeding bullet he assembled Jacobs box. -

Usually while he does his superhero feats  I sit in my obligitory spot  to do my super hero job.You see while I dont save art projects , assemble toys , put together bunk beds, lift heavy objects or do wonderous breakfasts with egg- I hold the information the children seek. I usually know where Dad is. So  as Super Dad's second in command it's my super duty to point the young needy ones in his direction "Where's Dad" " In the garage" " Mom Where did Daddy? g....- " Upstairs"  " Have you seen D.....? - "Down in the basement "  Most times I cut them off before they finish. I don't even bother to ask who they are looking for. Usually their needy face tells me they need a hero and by the look I get - I know that hero is not me.

 I guess sometimes it's a little disappointing not to be the one with the glory and Superdad keeps telling me I'm jealous.  But really, why would I be jealous? While he may get to wear the cape and get the glory - what the kids dont realize is that SUPER MOM tells him which cape to wear!