Gardner crawled into bed with us in the middle of the night again... yes, again. Some weeks it seems like a regular thing. When he does sleep with us, he often wakes up with me and we start our day together, but not always.
In the event that he's still asleep when I get out of bed I have to employ my ninja stealth powers (which my husband will tell you I'm very good at... he threatened to put a bell on me a few times because I snuck up on him and scared him half to death). Getting ready before the sun and before the kids are awake not only means being quiet, but also in complete darkness with just the use of my cell phone flashlight to half see what I'm doing. I feel like one of those big eyed lemurs with my irises dilated as I sneak around the bedroom collecting clothing and other items I need for the day. One morning last week I decided to turn on the light in the closet and shut the door to pick out my outfit.
There I was, just like Superman in the phone booth, but my phone booth was a closet. After changing in the closet I emerged with my shield and cape in the form of a flowing green dress ready to tackle the day. I just needed some epic music and flying powers and Clark Kent would have had nothing on me!
Not only did changing in the closet remind me of Superman, but some of my everyday feats too. Everyday I calm unreasonable tantrums (is there any other kind?), feed children like Lucille Ball and Ethel on the assembly line trying to keep up with demand, patiently read the same book at bed every night (with my eyes closed, because I've both memorized it and am half asleep while reading it), and give all the hugs and kisses that my kids could ever want. It may not be much, but it makes me feel like Superman in their eyes. And I'll take it, cape or no cape.