grocery shopping super powers

Today my husband, three kids, niece, 10 reusable grocery bags and I went grocery shopping. I must say, going shopping between 3-6 times a week for the last ten years (lets see that's.....  *opens calculator app* aprox 2,340 times) has seriously sharpened this particular super power! May I address the fact that I have been grocery shopping  more than 2,000 times? OH MY GOSH!!!!! IS THAT INSANE!??! I THINK I COULD HAVE LIVED THE REST OF MY LIFE WITHOUT EVER HAVING KNOWN THAT NUMBER! GOOD GRIEF!!  Ok, over it. I will just have to forget that I know that. Back to my super powers. So shopping for seven people (my five plus my parents) on a strict budget has its challenges. Like money. And having kids that need to eat dinner every night. So, for three days before I embark upon the trenches that are the grocery store, I plan. I plan meals. I plan the budget. I plan the time to shop. I plan the prices. Yes. The prices. I DO NOT coupon. I just can't. Ew. But I do take full advantage of The Price Match Guarantee. I comb all the local ads and, well this is really where my super powers are put to work, I find things that are on my list for a better price than I would normally pay. You see, my super mom brain keeps track of things like price of milk, apples, mac n cheese, and BBQ sauce. Also, I can tell you (funny side note: I am trying to get my littlest to stay in bed as I type this and I find hilariously ironic that I have NO idea what my next thought was going to be after BBQ sauce). OK sleeping tot, tangent averted. I can tell exactly how long it will take before I need to buy more of any given item in my house. (I dont think that was my original thought, but there is no way to know for sure)
I always feel bad for my cashier and start off my purchase with an apology. I am their worst nightmare plus I bring my own shopping bags. (For the record, packing is another of my super powers and watching cashiers put between one and three things in each bag and sending me home with more than 25 bags for 100 bucks of groceries makes my eye twitch.) When I put all my things on the conveyor belt, I use my super powers of recall to separate all regular items from the ones on my price matched list. And then, recall the exact price! DA DA-DA DUHHH!!! Admittedly I am also the annoyingly-helpful conveyor neighbor who points out that your milk can be price matched for about half the price you are about to pay! HA!

I love being a super mom. I love saving money. I hate coupons. A lot. But I love my kids. A lot. More than I hate coupons.

Thank you for reading today's edition of how I stroke my ego.

Be blessed.

Pants. And laundry super powers.

So I have to admit, I fell asleep last night thinking about what my next post would be about. Lame. It was a step up however... I usually fall asleep thinking about how much laundry I still have yet to do. I am convinced that laundry is one of my powers. I have the ability to know exactly how many times my pants have been worn and what kind of kid slime can be found on them, thus determining the need to wash them or not.

Speaking of pants and laundry I have two thoughts. (Probably more though I don't know what they are). Pants. I have come to realize they are completely unnecessary articles of clothing to little boys. In fact, I am certain they are novelty items only; to be worn only when leaving the house. Or when snow is falling. (my two boys are currently outside in nothing but tshirts and undies) I, like many SuperMoms, post ridiculous amounts of photos of my littles on a Facebook and I have heard not less than a dozen times about my boys not wearing pants. Eh. Why fight the inevitable? Besides, it's that much less laundy. Which brings me to my next thought. (see how I did that? I was born to blog!)
Laundry!!! Gah... my most tedious and dreaded chore. BUT I found a way to cut my folding in HALF!! HALF!!!! SUPER POWER! (da da-da DUH!)  How you ask? Easy. I don't fold half of it. :-)  I throw all of my kids clothes into a laundry basket and then they shove it into their drawers.  
I used to fold it all. And put it away. Every day.  But then my kids started dressing themselves and the clothes ended up all crazy! So I would refold and put them back away. Until lunch, when one spilled a drop of juice and had to change his/her entire outfit. Repeat, repeat, repeat until I lose my mind. (I have been slowly accumulating my super powers. Some take longer than others) Now, they all dress themselves and I can fall asleep wondering when my husband will put his laundry away. (some kids are harder to raise/train than others).

SO this is my life. Pants. And laundry. And spilled grape juice that has been sitting on the table since I started this post. I guess since I can hear the ants formulating a battle plan to conquer the liquid gold, I better wrap this up and clean the juice. And then, you  know, be a SuperMom and all that.

Be blessed.

I do realize the title of my blog seems.... assuming. And I guess maybe I intended just that. After all, when do moms really get the opportunity to be much more than unassuming?  With that said,  yes, I believe moms really are super heroes. At least to those who call them mom.

So, a little about me.

I am first time blogger. I expect complete forgiveness on all blog fails until at least ... um... 10 blog posts? sound good?  great.

I am a mom... as if you couldn't tell. I have three monkeys I call my own. two are school age and one is climbing blinds.. er.. two years old.

I am a child of God. If you don't know what that means, feel free to email me for further explanation.

I have been married for almost ten years to my best friend. He was my first child.

Oh and I have super powers.  You will learn more about those throughout this blog.

So now that you know me I want to know you!  well, I want to know about your super mom moments!  feel free to email me your humorous or downright  Super Mom stories!  thanks for following me. I think. I dont know how it works.  I'm just glad you're here. :-)