bring it.

The way I figure, I can look at today one of two ways: I can face it head on and take it like a champ or I can huddle in a dark corner and pray the kids make it through in one piece.

Today, I strive to be SuperMomma.

Those pesky blisters that are covering the soles of Luke's feet and popping up on his hands and in his mouth? They don't scare me.

The incessant glob of green goo oozing from Reagan's nose? It doesn't phase me a bit.

The screaming and whining and tantrum throwing? Just a minor bump in the road.

So to anything else that they may throw (or sneeze) my way, I say:

Watch out. You don't know who you're messing with today.

I will take. you. down.