Okay, I admit it. I’m not Supermom.
Yes, I know this may come as a shock. . . and I hope you caught the tongue-in-cheek action there.
Anyone who knows me knows better than to assume I’m Supermom. I’m open and honest about my flaws and imperfections and as a mom with three children, if I choose to ignore those flaws - someone will undoubtedly point them out for me.
This week I have been sick and it has brought my anti-Supermom status glaringly into the light.
I realized some things about myself, though.
It’s okay not to be Supermom. It’s okay to be flawed to some degree. And it’s okay to be quirky.
I fit the bill perfectly!
Just last night I realized something I had not thought of before: I am very thankful for frozen pizza.
Oh, I know frozen pizza isn’t on the healthy list and it isn’t haute couture cuisine. But my hungry minions appreciate it.
This week, they’ve appreciated it twice - two nights in a row.
I started feeling bad Monday and ended up at the doctor. By late afternoon, I was crashed on the couch with no desire to get up.
It was right about the time Dear Husband Sam was getting off of work and the kids were starting their evening “What’s for supper? I’m hungry.”
In a dreary, exhausted voice I would reply “I don’t know. I’ll figure out something. Let me think.”
Then Dear Husband called as he was leaving work.
“Do you want me to bring anything home?” he asked nicely.
In my ravaged physical and mental state - okay, so that’s stretching it - in my tired state I managed two words: “Frozen pizza.”
Dear Husband, as wonderful and thoughtful as he is, brought home six frozen pizzas and my Darling Grandmother sent over two more that she’d picked up while grocery shopping earlier in the day.
I knew it was a sign from God that He approved.
Frozen pizza meant that I didn’t have to tackle that mound of dirty dishes taunting me from the sink.
Frozen pizza meant that my hungry babies could fill their tummies with somewhat nutritious food.
Frozen pizza meant I had to do nothing more than open a package, stick the pizza on the pan and slide it into the oven.
Then I could go back and enjoy my misery.
Tuesday came and I felt a little better. Still not 100 percent though.
I didn’t accomplish much again on Tuesday. My dishes still smirked in the sink and the living room floor looked like a small explosion had occurred. My laundry was still piled in the utility room. Oh wait - I did get two loads of laundry done! That’s probably why I was so tired by Tuesday evening.
Dear Husband came home and once again I began to hear the familiar chant: “What’s for supper? What’s for supper? What’s for supper? We’re hunnnnnn-gry!”
Tuesday is normally “Movie and Pizza Night” at our house. We usually settle down for a new release DVD for the whole family and graze on pizza - whether it’s homemade, carryout or frozen. The kids love and look forward to our Movie and Pizza Nights.
As the hungry hoards waited for my answer about supper, I glanced at the sink where the dishes waved at me with their encrusted forks and spoons and then noticed a pizza pan sitting on the stove. There was a bright light shining on it and I heard music from somewhere. . . okay, so it was the light over my stove and the radio was playing. Same effect.
I knew there would be complaints, but I didn’t care - I was in self-preservation mode.
“Frozen pizza again tonight guys!” I stated proudly. “And if you don’t like it - tough! I don’t feel good and you’re going to eat frozen pizza because it’s quick and easy. And I don’t have to do much. Then I can sit back down on the couch and rest. Or maybe I should just let you fix your own supper. You can figure it out. There’s no law that states I must provide you with three meals every day. You can survive on one! So if you don’t like frozen pizza then go fix yourself something else. But I’m fixing frozen pizza!”
My four precious loved ones just stared at me. They knew I was close to flipping my lid.
“Frozen pizza sounds good” one mumbled meekly while the others nodded their heads in quiet submission.
So we had frozen pizza two nights in a row. Everyone enjoyed it. I feel better.
On my list of things I am thankful for is frozen pizza. I have my reasons - they don’t have to make sense. But I do, I thank God for frozen pizza.