darn. i left my boots in the batmobile.

So there I was. Bouncing the Froot Loops of Fury off of my fancy wrist bands of invincibility, wondering where my League of Justifications were, when the crumbs under my naked feet reminded me...

I left my boots in the Batmobile.

How will this super-momma ever rid the world of all that's evil and unfair without her sexy red boots?

After whining about the impending doom and destruction, the chocolate syrup serenade on my clean kitchen floor snapped me back. The art of saving humanity must go on. With or without the hot outfit. Bruce will bring my boots home with the milk.

Silly. Silly Super Hero. You're only as good as your costume.

The sharp realization is, I'm not Wonder Woman, like the underoos had convinced me so long ago. Uh...duh.

As validating as it would be, Super Hero status doesn't come in the can with Motherhood.

My Lasso of Truth is...I'm only as beautiful as the day I get to shower with shampoo and wear a shirt with buttons; only as wise as the great idea I stole from the perfect mom I found during a good link session, who I just assume is awesome because she only posts the awesome stuff, as it should be; I'm only as swift as the diaper-of-nastiness being unlawfully tossed onto the tropical popsicle stained carpet; and I'm only as strong as the double ply Bounty I keep in my fanny pack. I really can be rinsed and re-used.

I yell. I don't do it right, according to whoever gets to decide that. I change my mind mid-consequence. My super kicks are about as high as your shin splints. I don't even have the nutrition triangle hanging on my fridge. In fact, I've added a level for vanilla wafers right between the cheesesticks and the canned peaches.

And the bad guys make me cry.

I realize Lex Luthor is just a sad bitter man because his mom made him eat sweet potatoes. His buddies, Dr. Doubt and Captain Comparison have issues, too. Probably with broccoli. But they put up a good fight.

I wonder...

How am I supposed to kick evil's rear without the fancy magic bracelets? Do I scold or re-direct? Why doesn't my anti-frizz mousse anti-frizz? Does the 30 cents I save not buying the fancy tinfoil really matter in the realm of Budgetdom? What exactly does High Fructose do to your guts?

Then there's that villanous marvel shot at the super mom down the street...How does she do it? The answer is, she doesn't. She just wears the sexy red boots.

It's only a costume.

Wonderful Women.
Without fancy bracelets.


Megan said...

Thanks for the giggles! You are in your own league of super-hero-dom, the one where you find time to sew darling things & write clever essays.

Mia said...

Oh man that was great! I love that your super kicks are only as high as my shin splints!!! Good stuff :)

AndyPandyJackaDandy said...

Wow Cally! Thanks for not being afraid to remind us that we are not alone in our vincible...ness. Seriously, yesterday was H-O-R-R-I-B-L-E. Double horrible. Between me and Taj, with a sprinkling of sick Brody. I was feeling really bad about it. And still am. But at least I can remember that I'm not alone. Thanks.

ShEiLa said...

YOU women(You & Alice)
and YOUR awesome writing talents...prepare to be slapped. That is I am going to slap a bright shiny gold star right on your foreheads. Oh that I could write... my daughter can. I need to have her enter this contest.
Either that or take a class... really, overall in the talent department... you are putting me to shame.

Becky said...

So TRUE! I often feel overwhelmed at not being the "perfect wife" or the "perfect" anything for that matter. The thought of someday being a mother and my inability to be "perfect" at that can make me crawl up into a ball. Thanks for helping me remember that "perfection" isn't what I should be focusing on! I love how honest you are with life...

Scribbit said...

"Fruit Loops of Fury"?? Oh my that's funny!

Gilit Frank said...

Congratulations on the honorable mention - I loved your paragraph starting with My Lasso of Truth is...funny but true!


Chasity said...

What a wonderful post. I loved your lasso of truth paragraph, and the imagery you provided throughout.

Mozi Esme said...

Love this post! Though the right boots can certainly make me feel a lot more like wonder woman!

Robin said...

What a great piece - I love your style.

I'm still cackling over the Fruit Loops of Fury and the shin splints bits.

nellbe said...

I love it! Congrats on your honorable mention at Scribbit.

Elisa said...

You're not alone. I can only kick as high as your shin splints too.

Great post! Your are a witty one!