Superwoman and Superman: Conquering this Crazy Life Together

My minivan and I went through half a tank of gas in two days this week and never even left the county. I don't even want to think about how many actual miles it was, but it was miles and hours of school carpool drop off lines, school carpool pick up lines, work, errands, piano lessons, soccer practice and games, and - oh yeah - we need to eat something. Not to mention all the things that had to be done at home - the laundry, the dishes, the homework, the papers to sign, the conversations to have, the appointments to make. 

You see, my husband was on his third week of basically being gone Monday through Friday for work. I fully acknowledge that it is not easy for him either. While spending nights alone in a quiet hotel room after a nice dinner with other grownups does sometimes sound just heavenly to me and I feel the jealousy creeping in, I have to remember that it also means that he misses all the things  - the soccer practices and games, the conversations, the hugs, the time. It's completely different, but just as hard as what I do. Plus he bears the burden of being the primary financial provider for all of us - a responsibility that, I'm sure, is very weighty and burdensome. 

We make it work and always muddle through because we have this mutual understanding. What I do is just as difficult and important as what he does. What he does is just as difficult and important as what I do. They are very, very different, but also equal. 

Some days, I feel like I need to be Superwoman to make it all work. In the morning, I have an extra cup of coffee, steel myself up for the day, and pray that the children will get along and go along without too much bickering and complaining. I'm doing the best I can. I'm not really Superwoman, but I try to get as close as I can. When I feel like I have failed or done an only mediocre job, he is there with a text or a call reminding me that I am his superwoman. 

While I wear my super cape at home doing what I do, my hubby is off in a different city (or two or three) each week, wearing his cape - closing deals, moving mountains, and bringing home the bacon. I think - I hope - he knows that he is my Superman.

Both of our capes - his and mine - are probably wrinkled and faded from lots of wear and too much time in the driver's seat or the suitcase, but we wear them just the same even though they are usually invisible when we see our own reflections in the mirror. Deep down, we know they are there.

We make a pretty good pair, I think. Together, we conquer this crazy, wonderful, blessed life we lead one nutty day at a time. 

This post was written as part of the Finish the Sentence Friday linkup hosted by:

  Kristi from Finding Ninee

 Vidya from Collecting Smiles

This week's sentence was, "I felt like Superwoman when . . . . "