My Superpower

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Prepare to be amazed.

I've been mostly serious in my last few posts and it's taxed my brain a bit. It's time for a little silliness. Because it's Friday.

Your Superpower Should Be Mind Reading You are brilliant, insightful, and intuitive. You understand people better than they would like to be understood. Highly sensitive, you are good at putting together seemingly irrelevant details. You figure out what's going on before anyone knows that anything is going on! Why you would be a good superhero: You don't care what people think, and you'd do whatever needed to be done. Your biggest problem as a superhero: Feeling even more isolated than you do now.

Oh, how true! My superpower should be mind-reading. Sadly, it's not. But it should be! Bruce would be a much happier man if it were.

As to the rest of the description of my superpowers, there are times when I am highly sensitive. But it's never pretty. Certainly not hero-type behavior.

I deal daily with irrelevant details. Which laundry load should be washed first? PB & J or ham & cheese for lunch? Dust, vacuum or blog? Spongebob, Fetch or Barbie Mariposa?

And if I could really figure out what was going on before anyone else, I wouldn't have a blood stain on my den carpet, glue on my kitchen table or pencil marks on the wall. I would also likely not have spent $15 at PetSmart in the last month, constantly replacing dead fish with no apparent cause of death.

But that part about why I'd be a good superhero? All true. I mostly don't care what others think (unless I think I'll be a stumbling block. In utmost seriousness, I care deeply about my witness and testimony). And I do buckle down and do what needs to be done.

Isolated? Are you kidding me? I can't even go to the bathroom for 30 seconds without interruption. I'd love some isolation. Just for half a day even.

Oh, yeah, I'm a superhero. Tell me something I don't already know.

But my hero skills are more along these lines.

Able to stumble haphazardly over mini Lego villages after stepping on one almost microscopic piece and cringing. But the village remains intact. And that's what really matters.

Single-handedly capable of swiping a sticky mouth free of chocolate and Q-tipping a clogged nose free of goo.

Proven ability to fly from one child's room to another to catch vomit in a bucket when all three come down with the stomach virus in the same week.

I am, in fact, Wonder Woman. Aren't all moms?

Find out your superpower by clicking here. And tell me all about it by leaving a comment. You non-blogging lurkers can reply using the anonymous option. If you want to, type your first name at the end of your note, so I'll know who has what superpower. You never know when we supermoms might need to band together to save the world. Or at least to save supper (by swapping recipes or something equally tricky.).