My husband is the "Cooler". If you know anything about lacrosse, then you understand this term. The "Cooler" of the team is someone who calms the parents down. Bad calls, rough play, or even arguments between parents can turn a nice competitive lacrosse game into a shouting match. At the beginning of the season, the parents all elect a Cooler to serve out the length of the season. No one, especially the kids, want the parents to get out of hand.

This is what my husband is in my family- The Cooler. I can get a little frazzled, or manic if you ask my husband. I spend all day taking care of little ones and the rest of my day as cook, maid, chauffeur, tutor, and whatever else comes up. Sometimes I can handle this with the greatest of ease, other times I erupt like Mount St. Helens. That's when "The Cooler" steps in. He will send me to roam aimlessly the aisles of Target to get control. Sometimes, "The Cooler" needs to send me to the movies. Theater popcorn does wonders for your nerves.

Yes, he is a great father to my kids- videotaping all their sports events and posting them to Youtube, helping them with their countless hours of math homework which I have no aptitude for, or even taking multiple trips to their school to hand them their almost daily forgotten homework assignments. They love him for this but what I love him for, is his special superhero ability, to keep the peace in the house.