The Princess Superhero... and other frustrations.

Do you remember when you were young and mischievous, (not to say it is not still the case) and at the exact moment you were about to do something you shouldn't your mother would say "Don't *insert mischievous action here*" and you would think to yourself... How did she know that? My only conclusion would have been that mothers have superpowers.

You see when I first arrived here in Germany Nicholas was going through this huge superhero phase...

Mom, you're the "Queen super hero"
Dad, you're the "Drone super hero" (He didn't realize that the word "drone"generally has a negative connotation)
Phineas you are the "Boy super hero" and
Anya you are the "Guard super hero"

the what? How did I get stuck being the "Guard super hero" that sounds lame...

He continued by giving an explanation of duties for all of the superheros, and I strained my ear to get a better understanding of what exactly my duties would entail.

The Guard Superhero: "You watch the house, and keep us all safe from the 'bad guys' "
Great. It is lame.
Umm... how does a house full of superheros need someone to guard the house from "bad guys" isn't that why we have superheros? Just a question.

Well time passed on, and I somehow miraculously received an "upgrade"? I became, and still am, (ahem) the "Princess superhero" I have not ever been told specifically what my duties are, but the name sounds cooler. The reason I say "upgrade?" is because with the name "Princess" in the title It is stereotypically assumed that each time I am told to be "dead" or "asleep" that the only way to awaken me is to "kiss [me] awake." You may say cute... I say wet.

Now while that is all fine and dandy, pretending to be asleep and waking up drenched in the saliva of 1-2 small children, I am really starting to wonder what my super powers are. Mom had super powers... why don't I get any? I have learned to look at the reflections in windows and mirrors, and pay attention to sounds etc. and I can occasionally catch things before they happen. Regardless of my keen use of my senses... I am wondering why my voice doesn't seem to work. I speak to the children, and nothing seems to be heard. I sound like a broken record. (or a scratched CD for those of you who are too young to understand) In all fairness, those of you who know me know that my voice doesn't exactly project (unless I really want it to) but I could yell the instructions and I think that they would continue as if it were a whisper in the wind. I should just stand on the table and yell "I am the Princess superhero!" but I have no idea what I would yell after that.

After a day like today, I think I am going to go crazy. If you were to ask me at this exact moment what I think about having children I would probably laugh in your face. I do not feel I have the patience or the stamina to become a mother. I still look on in awe of my own mother who did it with 5... and we still drive her crazy. I really don't know the secret to your success, but I suppose that when I say "become a mother" that is exactly what it is... becoming. It is not something that happens overnight or something that you just are because you have children, but it is something that you gradually and progressively BECOME. I guess there is still hope for me. Thank goodness I still have a while:)

If I don't get any special powers for being the "Princess superhero" could someone at least get a fairy Godmother over here to get this mess cleaned up?