Where's a cape when you need one?

Well to say that today has been exhausting, would be the understatement of the century to put it mildly! Where do I start? My 7 year old son, has Strep throat, My 20 month old toddler is cutting 4 nasty teeth (for 3 weeks now), and my 11 week old is on a feeding frenzy, followed by bouts of colic (thanks to her ever mysterious allergies). Thank God for my perfect 10! My 10 year old daughter that is, who is perfect might I add, when she isn't fueled with prepubescent hormones of course! My only goal for the entire day was to fold the 6 loads of Clean laundry that have taken over the play room (or at least half of it). Though I am thankful to have the extra space for my ever growing mound of laundry which is beginning to take on a life of it's own, Looking at it is giving me gray hair on a daily basis. Beds are for sleeping, NOT clean laundry after all! Or am I the only mom who likes a clean house? So while my pain riddled son was content for the 1st time and my teething toddler and colicky baby were BOTH asleep, I managed to wolf down a few bites of lunch, and folded 4 towels! Yes you read that right, 4 as in the number that comes right after 3! And then the baby woke up, well the little baby. Once she was fed, the toddler woke up, and then it was time to Throw my clothes on (where's a phone booth when you need one right?), pick up my big girl from school early, and make a mad dash to my sons urgent Dr.'s appt. So guess what? All day I only folded 4 towels that's what! And as I sit and type I just remembered I've had a load soaking in bleach water ALL day! Honey, we may need to buy socks and underwear tomorrow, cause I'll be lucky if there is any fabric left at all! So I came to the realization today, as I looked at my Christmas tree, YES My tree is Still up! (though I took off the ornaments yesterday) That I am NOT a Super Mom, Not in the aspect that I thought was possible. I have no cape, nor do I have a wand, or the ability to make the laundry disappear at will! As much as I would give to have these magic powers, They do not exist. Not in the way I thought they did. I used to feel like a failure, for not getting "enough" done But have come to realize now that No one can accomplish all of the things I have expected of myself, and that Survival is all that really matters right? I mean the kids are fed, and in clean (enough) clothes, what else is there? Do dishes matter? Or laundry? At least it's clean, and we can sift though it as we need to. And if one dish is dirty, there's got to be another cupboard full of clean ones right? So this is my journal, if you will, of my Super Blunders, Super woes, Super Accomplishments, and my Super Life! Life is what you choose to make of it, and I choose to make mine Super! Super Busy, Super Stressful, yet Super Duper rewarding!