Lucky Me

I think one of THE most annoying things about living where I do is the looks of horror and confusion when I tromp through the grocery store, target, and even the library with my three young children.

Even more annoying is this comment . . . "Wow lady! You've got your hands full!"

Until today I was a little shrinking violet when people made this comment. I would simply shrug and smile.

Today was different. As I was getting the kids out of my van at the grocery store, this old grump took one look at me, grunted and said, "Man lady. You've got your hands full." I replied with a large grin, "I sure am lucky aren't I?!" He looked at me quite confused and walked away. It made me feel GREAT!! It was all I could do to keep myself from putting my hands by my ears, waving my fingers back and forth, and singing, "Neener Neener Neener!"

Then, as we walked through the store . . . my two older kids energetically pushing their mini carts and me feeding crackers to my 11 month old while also trying to concentrate on finding the best deal and keeping the older ones from running old ladies down . . . blah blah blah . . . I got some nasty nasty nasty looks, a few more, "you've got your hands full," and even a huff and a puff from a disgruntled middle aged man.

Perhaps next time I will be brave enough to wear a sign on my forehead that says something like,

"You only wish you were as lucky as me! Instead you are lonely, uptight, self-centered, and unhappy. I feel badly for you. How about instead of giving me a dirty look you focus your eyes on the adorableness of young children exploring their world around them with energy and passion. Perhaps you might even remember that you were a child once too!"

The End