Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No! It’s Supermom to the rescue
MOMMMEEEEEE where’s my shoes? I can’t find my cell phone charger, I left my book just there (on the dining table), I dropped my contact lens and now it’s gone.
Here we go, again, Supermom (SM) bursts into action, no time to change into ridiculous cape and fake leather outfit, she rushes up the stairs, taking two, no three, steps at a time.
SM Crime Scene Investigator at your service. No fancy genetic testing material, or a magnifying glass, just a sharp memory and a willingness to actually search.
My ability to find things must be a gift that took a long time coming….
When I was a child I was always looking for stuff, my family would say: “If it (whatever I happened to be looking for) were a snake it would have bitten you a long time ago.”
But that conversation happened decades ago. But, after being bitten by the I-can-find-stuff-bug, SM came to the fore.
Slightly out of breathe, (SM was sitting, for the first time in six hours and had just lit a cigarette, when the siren rang), she reaches the landing and charges into a bedroom.
One cannot call it a bedroom actually, it looks like a dump. Piles of clothes, pretty hold-all baskets upturned on the floor, an open tub of body lotion. SM purveys the room, taking in the chaos. Oh she says to herself…. Here’s that missing glass, but SM has no time to be waylaid.
At first glance the recalcitrant black shoe is not in site. SM goes to work sifting through clothes, opening cupboards and all the while her brain is working. Where, oh where did she see that dam shoe. You can hear SM’s brain whirring away, connecting the dots.
It’s not under the bed, nor in the bathroom. SM races down the stairs, lifts the couch and there, there is the shoe.
The next day SM has just packed school lunches, and is about to jump into the shower…. “Mommmmeeeee”. SM thinks maybe she should install a projector, and when she is needed, just like batman, a pic of SM can be broadcast via the projector. Instead of the piercing “Mommmmeeeee” alarm throughout the house.
The missing book is under the table, the cell phone charger is in the kitchen, the contact lens has attached itself to the wall. Finding the lens took all SM’s CSI experience.
Kneeling on the floor she checked the blue tiles inch-by-mindnumbing-inch. “Oh this floor is quite filthy she thought to herself. May as well wash as I go.” On her knees, using make-up remover wipes.
“It’s not here, it cant be behind the door, maybe it fell into the loo,” a cursory look into the bowl, thankfully showed up nothing. She bends down again and inspiration strikes.
Her eyes turn to the wall and zooms in on what looks like a sliver of plastic! “Here it is she exclaims,” much to the joy of the teenager.
Supermom eventually gets into the shower and thinks maybe that fake leather supermom outfit should be thrown out, there’s just no time to change. As the hot water hits her tired body and she’s about to zone out…. “Mommmmmeeeeeee”
