While I'm happy to accept that the price of super-powers is high and the way difficult, it's hard to really empathise with someone whimpering for two hours about their burdensome abilities. Get a grip. You can fly. Or create energy fields. Or move faster than sound. Or whatever. Please, just accept your inner awesome and get on with it.
That may be the mother in me talking. We're heading into the final week of GCSE hell here to be followed by the official ending of compulsory education. Taa-daa. The result is that I'm turning into a kind of superhero myself. Please meet Supporto-Gal. She is the inner superhero of every parent everywhere. Male or female. Although I suspect she might be more of a female phenomenon.
Supporto-Gal is the inner you that leaps out and multi-tasks when your brain really isn't up to it. Personally, I'm always happy when she takes over as confronted with lists, I collapse into an angsty heap. Not so Supporto-Gal.
She juggles lesson plans, toilet paper fairy duties, cleaning up of catsick, finding of missing books, suggestions for films to watch, provision of items of clothing that need to be washed right now as they need to be worn in ten minutes, making of appointments and all-purpose taxi services with grace and ease. She remembers to pay for piano lessons, books dental hygenists, unblocks rain-filled drains, mows the lawn, remembers to change bed clothes and hunts down the one working pen in the house with a smile on her face.
Supporto-Gal - accepting her inner awesome at a home near you.