Supermom

Ok, so you know how superman changes with lightening speed in a phone booth, and rushes in the and saves the day and then returns to his regular "life" without anyone really noticing.  Well, I can relate.  A bit about my morning this morning: So it's 7:30.  I'm trying to get all my "before 8" (see this post) items done, and I'm not doing too well.  I've run, done breakfast, scriptures and prayers (both mine and the family's), and cleaned the kitchen, but I still have not showered since I am trying to clean the entire house (I've been trying to do a few things each morning.) in preparation for Analise bringing home 10 friends this weekend.  (My house has been in serious need of help since I have not had a complete "Saturday work crew" for over 6 weeks.) It was about this time that I noticed a text from Trent saying that he needed an algebra assignment that he left at home by first period. (I live a good 15 minutes away from the middle school.) Kent said he would take it down, but he didn't want to go in.  I tried to call Trent to see if he could meet Kent in front of the school, but no luck.  I was running out of time.  Enter "Supermom."  "Supermom" showers, dresses, does her hair and make-up, and is out the door by 7:45 (I'm really not sure this is/was even possible, but something about offspring and and missing homework conjures up previously unknown strength and speed.)  "Supermom's" alter ego HAD to be to work by 8:15 for a meeting, and trying to get ANYTHING to ANYONE at the middle school is like trying to get security clearance at the Pentagon.  Ok, maybe not quite, but every gate is always locked, and the office staff won't ever let anyone deliver anything personally, but instead requires that "delivery-people" wait while they call for the student, or else they give the item to be delivered to a student-aid for delivery.  Neither option was acceptable; there was no time and the item HAD to be to Trent before first period ended.  (A bad grade in the one MS class which he is taking for HS credit is NOT acceptable. And I have my doubts about the timeliness and competence of student-aid deliveries.  This isn't my "first rodeo"- I've done middle school "deliveries" before.)  Again, enter "Supermom." "Supermom" drives into the back parking lot, and finds the maintenance yard gate unlocked.  She slips through this gate, and begins walking with purpose towards said student's algebra class (Of course, because she is "Supermom," she knows exactly in which room the said algebra class meets. Would you expect anything less from "Supermom"? )  She meets the groundsman, but smiles says hello, and acts like she is supposed to be there. She confidently walks right into the classroom, as the teacher is writing on the board, hands the missing assignment to her son, who holds it up and announces, "Here is my assignment."  The teacher turns and takes it, while "Supermom" quietly slips relatively unnoticed out of the classroom, quickly makes her way back through the maintenance yard and the maze of parked school buses, and drives off to work, driving just under the speed limit and walking into  her meeting one minute early. And no one is the wiser.  (Except maybe Trent-cause now he has his algebra assignment.) 

Yes, usually dressed as a mild-mannered housewife or school teacher, "Supermom" once again swoops in to save the day.