Split Personality

So I've been thinking about how often I am at war with myself.  I am undoubtedly a Mom, but I am also a fun loving person that loves to have adventures.  It does work out really well to have two rowdy boys.  These two things about me are often in conflict with each other.  On the one hand I must keep my super heros safe and keep a handle on the chaos.  On the other hand I love to see their faces when a new adventure is about to happen.  So I always have a running list of the things I will need "in case", so we can have the best time say for example playing in the mud with a stick.  This means the list would look like this:

•  Change of clothes for when playing in the mud with a stick is no longer fun; not to mention thinking about what pair of shoes they should have on first - Thank God for the invention of crocks
• Supply of water for thirsty boys but also if there needs to be more mud
• Tool for fashioning a really good stick or for turning a sharp one into a "safe" one
• Snacks for replenishing and a bribe to stop the playing in the mud
• Band-aids and ointment - you know that the odds of playing in mud with a stick with two boys and one being the older brother and one being the younger brother that there will be blood shed.  If you don't know this by now, I suggest never taking them outside or really letting them play together. (as an after thought - maybe it's just my boys)
• Camera or phone so that those very cute faces can be photographed for future display and coercion.  I have to admit I am really bad with remembering this one

So as you see I'm always in risk management mode as "Mom".  The adventurer side of me comes up with these ridiculous ideas that are fun and crazy and involve me being at my optimum level of energy.  I'm always trying to figure out how I can do the fun things with just one of me.  The ultimate option would be for me to be able to actually duplicate myself and the Mom body could go take a nap.  By the way, why is it that naps are such a horrible word to kids (I remember I hated them too)?  I would love a nap! 

Anyway, this really all leads to the brilliant idea I had this weekend.  I would like to preface this by saying that I may have not been at my optimum strength and risk management capabilities.  The boys got some money from their Aunt G (who always makes the boys feel special) and it was burning a hole in Captain America's pocket.  I'm saying that because Hulk had to be convinced to take his money.  He's perfectly fine with everyone else buying things for him.  He likes his money in the bank (not bad for a kid who's 4 almost 5).  We went to an outdoors store with Batman's Mom and Dad.  Guess what Captain America had his mind set to buy?  I know many things may be running through your head but I'll keep suspense out of this.  A bow and arrow(s)!  Batman's Mom did her best to stop this thinking by not being able to "find" an appropriate bow for his age (i.e. one without really sharp points) but I being the "Adventurer" at the time turned right around a found one.  We not only found one for Captain America but the Hulk got one too (he thought that was definitely worth spending HIS money on)!  For the love of humanity have I lost my mind?  Clearly "Mom" thinking was not involved in this process at all!  So as you can imagine my list has just gotten longer.  Where is the closest ER?  I will post about the bow and arrow adventures another time when I have recovered from the shock of it all.  I will just say that thankfully as of this moment no one has gone to the ER.