Because surviving ordinary life should count as a superpower.
Super Ordinary Woman is not a superhero
She doesn’t wear a cape (unless it’s a towel over her shoulder after bath time).
She’s not fighting crime — she’s fighting spaghetti stains, emotional labor, and her own mental tabs that never close.
She’s 40.
She has kids.
She has a husband working from home in trackpants.
And she is just trying to get through the week with enough clean undies, enough coffee alternatives, and the faint memory of who she used to be before snack requests became her love language.
This isn’t just a collection of cute stories.
It’s a way of navigating ordinary life with some grace, a lot of laundry, and questionable sock ownership.
Some days are funny. Then some are weird. Some are down right infuriating. Most are all three.
These are real-ish moments from a real-ish woman —
a bit exaggerated, a bit exhausted, and probably overdue for a nap.
Some stories are illustrated.
Some are just words.
All of them are painfully familiar.
You don’t have to be a parent. Or perfect. Or even particularly tidy.
You just have to relate to at least one of these:
If you’ve ever:
- Tried to have a cup of tea before it went cold (and failed)
- Been ambushed by a chatty neighbor while your frozen peas melted
- Found yourself emotionally outwitted by a 3-year-old
- Or Googled “am I still friends with someone if they haven’t texted back in four days”
Then welcome. You’ve found your people.
Super Ordinary Woman is about
- Laughing instead of crying
- Finding the beauty in boring days
- Surviving one mundane disaster at a time
- And admitting that even the most “together” people probably have a junk drawer that’s emotionally symbolic
Thanks for being here.
Now if you’ll excuse her, Super Ordinary Woman has to go stop her children from turning the couch into a trampoline. Again.
She’s not alone. And neither are you.
Welcome to the mess. You’re in good company.