I’m Excellent

I was going through my old emails searching for something and I came across this little gem, titled I’m Excellent:

what kind of mother whips up a last minute tiramisu while fielding three extra kids for lunch (thanks juje) before dashing off to work on her master’s? this kind. the same kind that also loaded the dishwasher, comisserated with a sick and whiny son, scarfed down a bowl of home made lentil soup and patiently listened to 8 renditions of eye of the tiger on the guitar over the shrieking of four small girls all in the time it took to whip the cream and layer the ladyfingers.

i would like to add that i’m the kind of mother that happens to have mascarpone cheese in the fridge but I’m not. cream cheese will have to do.

What was that all about? I clearly did think that I was superwoman that day. And I needed someone else to know it.

And I didn’t even have diapers to change or vomit to scrape off the floor.

Loaded the dishwasher? Now that’s tough.