Being a parent you have to be absolutely everything to your child. The more children you have the bigger the juggling act becomes and the harder it is to keep all the balls in the air at the same time. As you can see my superhero name is Captain Bubblehead. The minute I see dirty dishes in the sink my head and hands turn into bubbles. I’m a human dishwasher and available for rent at reasonable rates.
When your children are little like my four year old twins there always seems to be a problem or issue you have to solve and that is totally understandable. They after all cannot solve that many things on their own being so little.
My three older children you would have thought would have gone past this stage. OMG! Not a chance. There are times that I feel I need to be invincible, indestructible and get ready for the barrage of problems and issues that come at me every day.
Being a parent you are without doubt a superhero. There are so many things that need to be done. Your energy levels have to be bigger than the average human being.
There are times when you are challenged and that’s when your super power training comes into play and the most common part of the day is usually centered around mealtimes. A typical time when I need to use my superhero powers is when the school run starts at 3.30pm. I am a mere mortal just like the rest of you. Haha!
I pick the girls up from school and the effort to get them in the car is soul destroying. This is the moment I turn into Captain Bubblehead! The superhero captain America is a poor copy compared to me!
Once home I start to multitask. I know I’m a bloke, surely not! Yes some dads can multitask! Uniforms off, normal clothes on, then I try to find out what they want for tea which is difficult one because for a four year old it’s a huge decision! Pizza or chicken nuggets?
Through all of this the twins don’t stop telling me about their day. I meantime I’m emptying their lunch boxes, putting food in the oven and they’re still talking.
My 17 year old son meanwhile is lying on the sofa attached to his Apple Mac watching the latest Game of Thrones episode with headphones on. I truly believe he would need surgery to remove his Apple Mac. All I’m trying to do is find out what he would like for tea.
Then the phone rings. It is somebody selling me PPI again go away!
Food is nearly ready so now it’s time for the girls to have an argument. The meltdown starts and I have have to play peacemaker and comforter.
Then the phone rings again and it’s my oldest daughter. She is about to move in with her boyfriend and hasn’t heard a word from the letting agents and is asking me why and what should she do?
Words of advice are now required to reduce her stress levels. I am now working one handed getting food out ofthe oven onto plates, carrying it all with one hand including drink and tomato sauce to the dining table whilst talking to my daughter on the phone and telling the rest to sit down and eat their tea!
Finally when I’m done on the phone to my daughter, I can hear our twins in the background moaning that they can’t see the tv. I turn it around whilst walking out of the room.
Advisor, comforter, peacemaker, multitasker, cook, dresser. The list is endless which makes us a very special person in the eyes of our children and if you are close to your children they will always come to you because you are their superhero. They will always see you as invincible. Parents simply can’t be broken and apparently we will always have the right answers.
All of the above happened in one and half hours on a Monday afternoon recently and this actually takes place most weeks.
Then the phone rings again. Really! it’s ok, it’s the wife. She has finished work and is on her way home. PHEW ! Hurry home honey!
I can breathe again yay!