Can We Fix It? Yes, Mommy Can!

My husband is a wonderful cook and can grill a mean burger. He does laundry, cleans the toilets and bathtubs (for selfish reasons, of course - he doesn't want me visiting the nail salon more often than necessary), and bathes the shorties every night.

What my hubby lacks in Mr. Fix-It skills, he makes up for in Mr. Mom skills. Which means I am Mrs. Fix-It. Anything from installing a ceiling fan, priming and painting the ceiling and walls, assembling a new bike, and rebuilding toilets to installing a back-up sump pump system, replacing light switches, and fixing what our shorties manage to break, I'm Mrs. Fix-It, Mrs. Assemble-It, Mrs. Do-It. Can I fix it? Yes, mommy can! Can mommy do it? Yes, mommy can!

Can mommy find it? Yes, mommy can! While I was out running errands joyfully shorty-free one evening, I receive a text message a few blocks from home. Hubby's text read "please stop and buy an earring back." What!? A few minutes later, I walk in the door, greeted by my daughter in tears. She lost her earring. WHAH! Daddy can't find her earring. WHAH! We live in a new home with shag carpet.

Fortunately, the really nice, plush shag carpet never appears to need a good, deep vacuuming. I do vacuum regularly regardless. Unfortunately, the really nice, plush shag carpet could easily swallow a small dog. Cheerios, small toys, and earring backs are pins in the haystack called our carpet. Never fear, Super Mommy 2 The Rescue! Within two minutes of being home, I found the earring back. Super Mommy saves the day again.

So when something needs assembled, fixed, found, painted, rebuilt or installed, I'm your mommy.

I Spy

My shorties LOVE playing I spy, especially with magnifying glasses in hand. Lately, I've found myself playing I spy in my head and trust me when I say no magnifying glass required.

I spy:

*five outfits on the floor near my fashionista daughter's closet after getting herself dressed. God help me! There are TWO of us under one roof.

*three DVD cases to return to the video store and only two DVDs

*a nearly empty grey tub that should be full of the library books we are returning tomorrow

*the missing piece of track from my son's train table peeking out from underneath the beanbag that he's been sitting on

*another fine line wrinkle on my forehead - ugh!

I don't like what I spy.