I was just reminded of my UNsuper power this weekend. It is something I noticed several years ago, soon after becoming a mom. And it is still going strong! Now that we are all finally starting to feel better (PLEASE let this be the end of a month of sickness!!), we decided to go to our favorite breakfast place. We had a lovely meal, as always (thanks Snooze), and were getting ready to leave, when I noticed that I had several splashes of everyone’s breakfast on my pants. I looked at my husband and asked how he had managed to stay clean. He said something about two little barnacles on me… I’m not entirely convinced they’re totally to blame, seeing as I have an UNsuper power in this area…

Do you sometimes feel like you have an UNsuper power? Something you can do really well even though you may not really want to? My UNsuper power is getting covered in food. And sometimes paint, snot, playdough, and other mysterious crusty or slimy substances. But mostly food. It seems that since having kids, I have become a walking napkin. They wipe their hands on my pants rather than their own (or something as pedestrian as an actual napkin), they sit on me right after sitting in the blue paint, they put stickers on me when they are doing little art projects. And then I go out like that. Because really there is no point getting clean for just 5 minutes. Imagine the laundry! As if it isn’t bad enough already.

So now I just laugh when I find myself at the store sporting blue paint and stickers on my legs and some weird caked blobs on my shirt. It’s just my look. Maybe I should get a cape  to complement my ensemble… UNsuper mom!!! It could be designed and decorated by the food spillers themselves… with food or paint, or both. It could be a new trend! Or at the very least a fun afternoon.

And the sad truth is… I have started spilling on myself. My UNsuper power is pretty powerful! Even in the rare moments that the kids are not around, I somehow end up pouring tea in my lap or dripping soy sauce on my shirt… the one I don’t wear around them because they would spill on it. I have apparently lost the ability to wear a food free look for any length of time. I hope to regain it one day, but for now, I guess I’ll stick to old jeans and yoga pants. And of course, if this is the cost of having two little barnacles, I’ll take it! As my little one says, “Mama, you’re a lucky mama”. And that’s the truth!