Super Latina Meets Her Kryptonite
by Ms. Latina ~ September 24th, 2009. Filed under: Livin Mi Vida Loca.
Like most working Moms I rush home to feed the kids, listen to their stories, check homework, clean the dishes, do the laundry, pick up toys, sign school papers, pay the bills, make sure they bathe and have them in bed by their bedtime (yes the teen has a bedtime!) and so much more. It sounds like a lot as you read it doesn’t it? Well let me tell you a secret….
I’m Super Latina! That’s right I have an alter ego! I can dial the phone faster than you can say “SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICEXPIALIDOCIOUS” (long word huh?) I can dial the Chinese restaurant, Domino’s Pizza, Pio Pio, the bodega/corner store, CVS, Food Emporium, the FREE Homework Helper (212) 777-3380), the laundromat,, the doorman, the bank, and the teen’s cell to tell boys to pick up toys, put dishes in dishwasher and go to bed, and on and on and on.
However, today I met my kryptonite. And I felt the same stabbing, vicious, horrendous pain as Superman! As I asked the boys what they would like for dinner, while whipping out the super cell to order our dinner, it struck. A young voice was saying…
“CAN I HAVE A HOME COOKED MEAL?”
Arghhh cooking!
September 25th, 2009 at 12:08 am
breathe, girl. it’s gonna be ok!
if you order food and then heat it up at home, it still counts. lol!
September 25th, 2009 at 12:38 pm
Hi! Uhoh, sometimes they don’t understand right? Love it!
September 25th, 2009 at 12:43 pm
Girl sometimes they (kids) get the best of you but you are a survivor so don’t worry! You’re Superwoman, aren’t you? lol
September 26th, 2009 at 6:56 am
LMAO, girl you ain’t lying. Where do they think we have the extra for something like a home cooked meal?!
September 27th, 2009 at 5:31 am
Great story! You can always cook part of a meal ahead and order the rest.