Momma Goddess: Now I Know Why There are Multi-Armed Goddesses!

     First off, it’s not fair that I’ve been awake for just over 2 hours right now and I’m feeling exhausted. This is so very frustrating because there is so much that needs done today. Sitting here at the computer, I realized something that I’m sure has occurred to other mothers many times before (possibly even to me at an earlier time and I then forgot about it). The way to get the housework finished, to play with Cuddle-Bear, and sort out baby clothes to be packed for the trip to the hospital is to either clone myself or have multiple arms.

     I think this is why so many goddesses have been described in religions around the world as having multiple arms. If I were a goddess with an untold number of followers, I’d need at least six arms to keep up with all of the various things that I’d need to do to take care of them. I truly do think the goddesses that have amazing cosmic powers and only two arms secretly have multiple arms but they’re never mentioned. Much like all mothers have psychic powers that tell them when their offspring are causing mischief, even if the child is at the other end of the globe and a grown adult. (And those psychic powers include the capacity to swat said child across the back of the head for even contemplating mischief, let alone enacting it! I’ve felt the long arm of Mom’s Law!)

     I wonder if it is possible for us non-goddesses to accomplish the feats of multi-armed goddesses? Multi-tasking seems to be part and parcel to being a mother. It also seems just this side of impossible when you’re stumbling around bleary eyed and staring at a diaper for fifteen minutes trying to determine which way is the correct way to put it on your child. I think part of my problem today is the fact that I didn’t sleep well last night and it’s soured my mood on several things. Among them is the prospect of ever having a clean home before this baby is born.

     It is incredibly aggravating to be filled with this urge to clean up, put away, and organize everything. The urge gets stronger as I become more exhausted. This is going to make me crazy before the baby is here and I have the insanity of dealing with two small children. As I’ve told my mother-in-law, if anyone finds my marbles, please put them in a safe place for the next 18 years. I have a feeling that I’m just going to keep losing them.