A very smart woman once said, “you people will just have to fend for yourself today, I’ll be in my sewing room.”  Hmmm.  Wait, that was me..  Some days, don’t you just want to turn in your “mom card”?  Me too.  So today, I’m handing over all of my superpowers to my family.  To my dear, dear husband, I’m granting you the power to make final decisions about any and all matters related to the kids, the cats, the cars, and the house.  We all promise to abide by your rules (for one day) with minimal eye-rolling, loud sighs, snorts, and general bad attitude.  You also get my uncanny ability to skillfully maneuver the vacuum cleaner while simultaneously dusting the bric-a-brac and spot cleaning the windows.  To my soon to be 18 year old son, your gift – and it is a gift – is the sense of smell.  You will be able to locate any offending odors – bathroom, cat box, garbage, clothes hamper – and instinctively know exactly what to do about it.  Without becoming a martyr. In addition you will instinctively know when someone is hungry, what they are hungry for, and how to prepare it. And my sweet, sweet 16 year old daughter.  You get my gift of extraordinary vision to help you see the invisible dirt that no one else sees.  Just between you and me, it’s not really invisible.  You also get a keen sense of hearing to allow you to be tuned in to the various timers in the house, you know, the washer, dryer, stove, dishwasher.  With all that said, I will be in my sewing room.  I have installed sound-proof panels, surveillance cameras, and shut off my responsibility sensors.  I will not be able to hear you, respond to you, or rescue you, other than to call 911 if needed.  My own super powers will be re-tuned to the sound of the sewing machine, the smell of fresh quilt fabric, the explosion of glorious color as it is pieced together during my mental health day.  Good luck, but first someone needs to clean the cat box….