Super Mom would not let her son hang out in the same sleeper outfit for 2 days in a row. Even if they were covered in green beans.
She would have more room in her shopping cart so that her baby wasn't laying in his car seat with a value size pack of toilet paper sitting on his stomach.
She wouldn't realize at 10:00 am that her daughter had been watching Mickey Mouse for 2 hours straight.
She wouldn't take the kids out to play without watching the weather report. Super Mom would always know in advance that it was going to be 10 degrees and snowing before taking the kids to a park.
She would never take the kids to a mall by herself late one night and then lose her keys. Super Mom wouldn't dream of letting her baby cry in the parking lot while her daughter banged on the car door and yelled, "LET ME IN!" while she looked for her keys for 15 minutes.
Super Mom wouldn't let her baby cry for three days and be annoyed at him for being so fussy before it occurred to her that he might be sick. Super Mom never would have let a double ear infection go unnoticed.
Super Mom would never stare at her train wreck of a house and tell her not quite 2 year old daughter, "Mommy is going to teach you how to vacuum."
Clearly, I'm not Super Mom.
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