The Power Ranger Monster

"hey mom..........do you think you could be the monster in our power ranger game."

That was the request from my six year old son at his impromptu birthday celebrations yesterday. The theme was Power Ranger Party. Three eager faces peered at me, and I had to relent. The next half hour went away with me screaming and walking tall, and being beseiged by laser guns, power rays, socks, kickboxes, gamma rays and even a sneezing spell.

By the end of it, the power ranger monster morphed back into a 33 year old mommy. And yet, at the end of the evening I heard my son confide in a little pal, "My mum is mean, isn't she?"

Well, exactly my point. The poor power ranger monster aka mommy seldom gets a chance to redeem herself. Kids think she is too strict, dad thinks she is too lenient. Teachers think she is too pushy and other moms think she is competition.

Next on my agenda is the yearly scary event. The annual formal b'day party of the six year old. Meticulously organised, planned, and put down to the last detail. Then there are the little guests. Some who are travelling, others who have fallen ill, and the rest who are coming. With each 'no', my heart sinks a bit......what will happen to all that cake and return gifts....with each 'yes', i worry, 'will they kill each other by the end?'

Well, thankfully by tomorrow evening we will be over the hill, unwrapping gifts, oohing and aahing and feeling happy and satisfied. I will get a sloppy wet kiss for my troubles and will be dead to the world by eleven, aided by the manna for adults-alchohol.

In the meantime, the little tyrant who rules out lives will be taking a decision on what we have to do next year. I just hope we dont have a Harry Potter theme party,cos well, I'm just a muggle!