Why isn’t there a Mommy Olympics?
You know, with relays like the 4×100 quadruplet diaper change? The triathlon of making dinner, extracting the popcorn kernel from your toddlers nose, and bouncing the colic-y baby one your hip? I’d surely be a contender for the decathlon of juggling too many projects and so many kids all at once.
In high school, one of my favorite teachers wanted to know what event we’d like to take gold in if we were Olympians. For me then, it was a tie between the gymnastics all-around (It always has been my favorite. I was a tumbler as a kid.) and the individual medley in swimming. Either way, you’re the best of your sport, having mastered all aspects of it.
Looking back now, I’d never be caught dead on global TV in either a leotard or a swimsuit. (That would cause an instant drop in ratings.
)
Thankfully, my quest for Mommy gold allows me to wear my pajamas whatever is clean — and not skin tight.
In what event (dream or real) would you take gold?

I must confess that though Italy’s Andrea Minguzzi
earned his medal, the mom in me
wants the shout, “Get that out of your mouth!”








