Supermom does not live here

Supermom does not live here, even though I tried. Really, I tried.

Yesterday was my first day of being gainfully employed for the first time in 8 years. I haven’t been employed full-time in over 11 years. To say this new routine is an adjustment is an enormous understatement.

Now, don’t get me wrong – my new job is an incredible blessing, and I am so very grateful to my employers. Not only are they allowing me to work around my girl’s school schedules, but they are encouraging me to continue volunteering at my church.

Yes, it’s only part-time, but part-time is a great way for me to transition back into the working world.

It’s a God thing, and I intend to bloom where I am planted.

Really, this transition would be much simpler if it weren’t for my hubby’s new 12-hour shifts. We’ve always made his shift schedule work, no matter what it is, but this one is really, really awful.

I don’t know why anyone thinks these 12 hour shifts are a good idea.

So, how did I discover that Supermom does not live here?

My guy worked the midnight shift last night and got home this morning while the girls and were eating breakfast. Shortly thereafter, he went to bed; he had to work tonight, too.

Unfortunately, he has to leave the house by five to make it to work on time, so my goal was to have a sit down dinner ready for all of us to partake in no later than 4:30. BWAH, HAHAHAHA, HAHAHA…. yea, right.

I worked until 3pm, zoomed home (within the speed limit at all times – uh, huh), fed the dogs, put the pot of water on to boil, turned around, zipped out the door to walk my youngest home from school, scurried back to the house, put on the sauce, boiled the water and cooked the pasta, rolled out the crescent rolls and set the table, praying that the food would be done on time.

Earlier that morning, Supermom, (I’m trying), had promised the neighbor that she (I) would pick up our girls from the middle school at 4:30 after their FACS club meeting.

What the blue blazes is FACS club? Think Home Economics in an after school setting and you’ll get the gist.

4:12 pm rolls around and I’m nowhere near able to stop what I was doing to go get the girls. Ugh. One quick phone call to my neighbor, and she was ready to pick up the girls for me.

Supermom would have been able to figure out how to make all that work, so, I guess I’m not Supermom.

However, we did get our sit down dinner together as a family before my guy headed out the door. That was really sweet.

Maybe Supermom does not live here, but a super family does.

Proverbs 14:23 (NIV)

23 All hard work brings a profit, but mere talk leads only to poverty.

Ecclesiastes 3:22 (NIV)

22 So I saw that there is nothing better for a person than to enjoy their work, because that is their lot. For who can bring them to see what will happen after them?


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