Super Mom (enter heroic music here)

Waking up to the garbage truck driving by is always a great way to wake up. I didn't put our trash out last night because when I got out of my car at 9:30 pm I was carrying both the girls, one on each hip. Both of them were crying and ready for sleep. The thought of just going back outside to take the trash to the curb made my head dizzy. I chose to climb into by bed and start reading the first harry potter book instead. I got about 20 pages into it and decided I really was too tired to be reading, especially after remembering that my day was going to be filled with lots of cleaning. Back to the trash truck driving by.
Each friday morning we have 3 garbage trucks that drive by our house... one takes all the green clippings of grass, one takes the recyleables, and the last one take the normal trash. So I have about 14 minutes from the time I hear the first truck to get out of bed and gather up all the trash and take it to the curb, when the nice man who doesn't mind being stinky all day picks up all my kids dirty diappers from the last week. (Thank you truck man) I would hate your job!!!
6:52 am, alarm number one rolls by. Its Green truck. I turn over and deciede that I don't feel like taking the trash out this friday, and yet something inside me says, "you should have done that last night!" As if to defend myself, I say back sarcastically, " It's not like I had my hands full of sleeping babies, and it was dark already, what did you expect?" Obviously I was not getting much sleep with all the fighting going on in my head, so in defeat, i pull the blankets off of me right as the second truck is pulling up our street. Now feeling a little panic, I head for the bathroom, get the trash that is overflowing and realize that some one has broken yet another glass of mine, and thrown it into the trash. But why is it in the bathroom trash? weird! Letting it go for the sake of time, i trudged down the stairs with the trash bin in hand ready for the race that was before me. I still had three other trash cans to empty before number three passed my house. Needless to say I did make it to the street just in time to have mr. stink secure a place for my weeks worth of rubbish.
Shortly after the episode of time vs. truck four little legs come running towards me from the porch. It seeed like a wonderful day to just rest on the litle swing outside my house with both the little ones on my lap. It was quite warm and with the sun beaming down on me. These are the reasons that I get up in the morning, to have little snuggly bodies actually want to spend time with me even though I complain about every little thing I have to do. They actually care about me. Well, they care about themselves perhaps more, but in thier selfish desire to fulfill themselves they need a mom to love them so naturally to get the affection that they need, they in turn are willing to show some type of love back. Children make life so worth it.
I suppose that if I didn't have kids I would be pretty excited to just do all the things that I want whenever I see fit. I'd imagine that I'd enjoy that life for a while too. But what is it all for? Who is it all for? In the end I suppose its all just trival and for not much more than momentary enjoyment. At least at the end of each day I feel a sense of fullfillment, freedom, and contentment that many people envy. I love the family I have.
Its days like today, when the garbage truck wakes me up early, and I get to spend the morning with my twins in the sun on a swing that I realize that life isn't bad at all. It is a moment of quiet bliss and worth all the tears and poopy diapers they can throw at me. I am super mom, recharged.