Mom Olympics

There should be a Mommy Olympics. Do they do this? I thought of this when I wrestled out a huge pile of white laundry from the dryer and didn't have a laundry basket cause they were all full. Of laundry. And toys. So I'm bent over like the Hulk carrying a small Volkswagen, in the hallway, inching the massive pile of laundry to the bedroom, where it's still sitting on my bed. (Where I'll move it later so we can all get in to go to sleep.)

I told Emma, who stood there watching, "There should be a Mommy Olmpics." You know, like relay races with huge piles of laundry. Who can heft it without dropping any, fold and put away the fastest. Who can whip up 3 school lunches with favorite foods intact, in the least amount of time. There should be rewards for the person who uses yelling the least. Inspections of whose kids are dirtiest. Etc. I'm thinking it would be an awesome show to watch, if they put us on giant revolving foam cushions that knocked us off into warm Jello as we hefted our chores through, like that show "Wipe Out."

Would also be fun to have a time machine, and go get a mom from each era, and pit ourselves against those poor suffering women. Pioneer mom would totally kick our ass. The arms on those women had to be like hard loaves of rye bread. The time machine part might be hard.

Just throwing it out there. Emma sort of liked the idea, but mostly just stood there with a hair brush in her hand, waiting for me to do her hair so we could get to school. See? We could add the Getting to School On Time and Neatly. We would lose SO MANY TIMES, in SO MANY WAYS.