I think we are some sort of a Superhero, us Moms.

Boy Scouts, Karate, A Science Fair, Fun Fridays, Trumpet Lessons/Practice, Homework, Friends, Dentist, Haircuts, Chores, Sunday School, Sleepovers, Doctor Appointments( one kid with asthma, one kid with ongoing tummy troubles, myself with other stuff), teacher conferences, book orders, upcoming Spring Chorus and Band Concert, camp/field trip registrations and fees, daycare family night, keeping a 3 year old and 11 year old happy at the same time, taking turns between the little man's TV choices of Blues Clues, Barney,Toy Story, and Dora or the big man's TV choices of Drake and Josh, Zeke and Luther, Sponge Bob, and Percy Jackson and the Lightening Thief, work, household obligations, Board of Ed meetings, library meetings, volunteering, church, being a mother, a Special Education educator. Putting some time aside for myself. Phew. These last couple of months have been quite a challenge, rushing from here to there and everywhere. And the last few months of this school year look to be just as packed.  And you know what? I hardly think about doing it, I just do it. It somehow all gets done. My house might not be clean, I have enough dust to provide my children with a free drawing pallate, enough mounds of laundry to provide tricky hiding spots for a game or two of hide-and-go-seek, and there might be a few(at least) matchbox cars, blocks, or nerf darts scattered throughout the house to cause bodily harm in the dark of the night while shuffling to the bathroom. And you know what? I am okay with this. (Well not the bodily harm part, but you catch my drift). I somehow manage to work a full time job and do all of this "stuff." And I am thankful for this craziness. I am thankful for my children and our chaotic lives. I go through phases of sadness when I wish I had enough money to do this or that, or pay off my bills. I wish I had more time to sleep or clean or cook the perfect meal. And you know what? Who cares? You always get a second chance to get that laundry folded or dust that shelf. You don't always get a second chance to be involved in your child' life, to make a difference, to be a positive role model. I am not missing out on this once in a life time opportunity with my children. I do not want to screw this up. So as much bitching and complaining as I manage to do about having too much on our plates, about not having enough time to wash the kitchen floor, I take a step back knowing that the more involved my kids are, the better chance they have in life, the better chance they have to make a difference. At least I can do this for my boys. I love spending this crazy life with my kids. What else would I be doing? Reorganizing my closets? No thank you. So if you stop by my house unannounced, (which you are welcome to do), and there are dirty dishes in the sink, the bathroom does not sparkle and shine, and you are not sure if it is the island in the middle of the kitchen or a fortress made for an "I Spy With My Little Eye" game, just know that I am busy raising my children, teaching them, guiding them, loving them. Now let's see what activities are available for the three year old...