View From The Glen

Wednesday, September 28, 2011


Yesterday I posted this on Facebook:

Recommended two books for acquisition, proofed back cover copy for a third, made lasagne and soup from scratch, washed all the windows, paid bills online, organized for a scout meeting, marked essays and am off to get kids. Most. Productive. Day. EVER.

A number of people commented that I must be Superwoman, to which I modestly reply, Why, yes I am.

Because frankly, any day where I get done even half of what I want to get done...well, that's a good day.

The turht is that almost every woman I know out there, both online and in real life, is Superwoman. You pretty much have to be to get through an average week. And yes, I know there is no such thing as an average week, but this is the sort of thing I know you are all doing:
  • Getting children up, dressed, breakfasted and onto the schoolbus
  • Working outside the home
  • Working inside the home
  • Grocery shopping
  • Meal planning
  • Meal cooking
  • Ferrying the kids around to after-school activities, to weekend activities, to extra-curricular activities
  • Homework helping
  • Homework whip-cracking
  • Homework frustration management (LOL)
  • Finding quality time for your family
  • Finding (any) time for yourself
  • Organizing appointments and commitments, and coordinating meetings and gatherings
  • Cleaning and vacuuming and dusting
  • Running errands and meeting deadlines
  • Being the connector for playdates, family events, etc
  • A thousand other things, small in themselves, but which add up and add up and add up...
...And that's just daily life. If you have someone who is sick, or a work emergency, or anything else to worry about, this is just the tip of the iceberg. And so sometimes things don't get done. The dishwasher doesn't get unloaded, or we cave and let the kids eat cereal for dinner. The floor needs to be washed or we postpone taking the car in for maintenance. The grass grows under our feet and we feel overwhelmed, as if we can't quite keep on top of it all.

Because we can't. Not all the time, anyway. And that's okay. For most of us, the trick is keeping as many balls in the air as possible, and if one drops, to let it go with a shrug. We can always pick it up later.

So this post is for you. All the Superwomen I know.

Note: While researching images for this post, I was amazed at how many variations of Superwoman there are.

Sweet Cartoony Version

Bombshell version

Identifiable version

Heroic Version - check out those boots!

Couldn't resist version

Which version of Superwoman are you? (Or Superman - we don't discriminate here).


Leanne Haines said...

Thanks for the tribute! I'm not sure which one I am. I love the Mona Lisa, but I don't think I could ever pretend to be that calm and cool. Most likely your "identifiable" version. I'm definitely going to get my husband to read this, just to see the list. I think he forgets how many balls I'm keeping in the air!

Finola said...

Most days I don't feel like I'm keeping enough of those balls in the air to qualify for superwoman. My motto is that we need to keep the kids healthy, fed and clean-ish. All the rest is gravy :)

If I had to pick, I would like to be the one with the rocking abs and those awesome boots!