“Honey, can you get me another pair of socks? This one’s mismatched.”
“Hon, I think you better go see Bri. He’s starting to fuss again. I think he’s coming up with the flu or something.”
“Sweetheart, I’m sorry but I forgot to tell you that I invited my boss for dinner tonight. Please have dinner ready by 7pm.”

Seriously. I don’t know how my life ended up like this. My name’s Tony, by the way. From being daddy’s princess, I ended up like this – a stay at home mom. I’m not used to this kind of life. I grew up being pampered. When I got married, I didn’t think it would be this hard. I thought love will take care of everything.

If I don’t watch it, I’ll look 20 years older than my actual age (I just hit the big 3-0 a few months ago, but please, let’s not pass that crucial information around). Sometimes I think I work myself out too much, what with the kids needing constant supervision (Kristie’s 3 and Bri’s turning 2 next month) and Jim making impossible demands from me (I think he doesn’t realize that I’m no Superwoman).

Don’t get me wrong. I love my family. My kids are great. They’re the most adorable kids in the world (of course! They’re mine!). I never had a problem with them, being sweet kids as they are. As for my husband, he always tells me how much he adores me. He’s a great provider and even if we’re already into our 4th year of marriage, we’re still as sweet as newlyweds.

So what’s my problem?

Well, I’m not sure if my sanity’s going to last with all the demands of marriage and motherhood. It’s hard enough to be a wife, catering to your husband’s needs, but it’s doubly hard being a mom of two toddlers (even the cutest kids have their own bad days).

Did I just say I’m no Superwoman?

I recant that statement. I AM Superwoman. In fact, every married woman with kids is one.

So can someone please tell me where I could buy extra pairs of arms?