He was SuperDad today. I was MediocreMom (as usual.)
We started off the day by taking the kids to a Memorial Day ceremony. And when we came home, I got busy working while SuperDad took the kids to the mall (even though he hates the mall) in order to kill two birds with one stone...
1. Dead bird #1: Let the kids spend the money they earned so they'd quit pestering us about it.
2. Dead bird #2: Find something for all of the picky kids to eat for lunch in one location.
And then he brought everyone home and patiently dealt with their fighting, complaining, pestering, whining and tattling while I kept hollering, "I'm so sick of all this fighting, complaining, pestering, whining and tattling!" without ever taking my eyes off of the computer.
And then, SuperDad tuned-up all the bikes, pumped up all the bike tires, adjusted the height on all the bike seats and loaded all the bikes in the pick-up truck to take us riding.
Not even when Annie had a melt-down and refused to pedal any further.
Me on the other hand?...I started lecturing them about how unappreciative they all are when they started whining about being thirsty and complaining that we never take them to Sonic for lime-aides anymore.
And then we headed home and SuperDad started dinner (fish tacos because he just caught a bunch of fish at the beach) and I went back to work.
And he never lost his cool the entire night, even amongst all the fighting, complaining, pestering, whining and tattling. (Not even when they started whining about having to eat fish for dinner.)
I lost my cool though.
And then I cleaned the kitchen and he played basketball with Cole in between running a bath for the girls and washing their hair.
And I went back to work.
And then I decided I'd done enough work for one day and headed out to the street in front of our house to play Monkey in the Middle while the sun went down, alongside SuperDad, Coley, and a couple of wet-headed girlies in pajamas.
And felt like SuperMom for doing so.