Out fighting crime, naturally!
Fighting the avalanche of washing waiting to be folded/washed/dried, and that threatens to overtake most of the floor space.
Fighting the urge to feed the spawn 2 minute noodles for dinner (again).
Battling with my cryptonite enemy, Oestrogen, which every so often weakens me and renders me unable to perform simple arithmetic or see the sense in anyone else's point of view.
I love to know I've been missed, so keep watching the skies (or the kitchen sink, which is my superhero hangout most of the time!) xo Screamstress