Hi. I’m SuperMom. It’s nice to meet you.

I’ve been accused of being a “Super Mom”.  Not that being a super mom is a bad thing.  But I don’t think that is the intent behind the name.
I am guessing it has to do more with the fact that my super speed involves how fast I can pick up the trail of laundry left throughtout my house by my children and husband. 
I am faster than a runaway vacuum cleaner.  I am more powerful than a full grocery cart.  I can leap overstuffed backpacks in a single bound. 
I can coordinate five different schedules with the skill of an air traffic controller.  I am a seamstress, baker, event planner, maid, chauffer, mediator…
Hi.  I’m Supermom.  It’s nice to meet you.