But as my anger waned, I realized I was feeling something else, too: a sense of power and pride in knowing that I had been the supermom for the weekend. I was the one who had kept everything under control. I was I who'd made sure that the kids were picked up on time, took showers each night, at a vegetable for at dinner. I felt as thought I could have done the whole thing myself. The package was complete: anger and pride.
