If you could have any super power...

At some point in your life (probably while bored to tears, drunk, or high), you have probably debated which super power would be the best to have. Being able to fly. Invisibility. X-ray vision. There are tons of them. I think I used to want to fly (can't remember; again, mind turning to mush). However, now that I am a mother of young children, my opinion has changed. Ever seen "The Incredibles?" Who ever came up with the idea of Elastigirl, with her ability to stretch herself in all directions, was definitely a mother! I can't count the number of times that I have sat down with my infant and his cumbersome heart monitor, thinking that I have everything I need for his feeding, only to find that I left one of his medications in the kitchen. It would be so wonderful to just reach out my hand and be able to stretch my arm, bending around corners, to get what I need without having to pick up the baby and monitor and trek into the kitchen. Or what about when my toddler sneezes in the back see of the car and has a mile long string of boogers that need to be wiped? No need to find a place to pull the car over, get out, find the tissues, and wipe his nose. Nope. Just reach back and wipe his nose. Or pick up the dropped toy or put the binky back into the screaming infant's mouth! Being stretchy could also change my sleep! At one point about two months ago, our toddler decided to stop sleeping at night. We were so exhausted that we just put him into bed with us. Anyone who has ever slept with a toddler knows that he ends up perpendicular to the adults in the bed, with his icy feet on one parent and his head jammed into the armpit of the other. Into this equation factor the infant and his heart monitor in the co-sleeper and the twelve year old cat who sleeps where ever she damn well pleases. Needless to say, the only ones actually sleeping in the scenario are the toddler and the cat. However, if I were able to stretch in any direction, I could bend around the cat, avoid the toddler's icy feet, reach out to rock the infant in the co-sleeper, and still cuddle up to my snoozing hubby.