Can I stand on my soapbox?
Is anyone listening?
Can anyone relate?
Is there anyone out there who thinks there life is more glamorous then mine?
No way. It couldn't be.
Today, I changed 10 poopy diapers. Can you say Glamour-filled all the way. One of those diapers was a blowout. THANKS TESSA!!
GET YOUR SANTITIZER READY.
I changed 2 in the Mother's Room at our church.
Another 2 in Burger King with no changing table. I changed Tess on my lap, and Isaac standing up. Are you imagining this in your head? It is pretty hilarious.
2 in the car, with the wind nipping at my heals, and their little bums.
3 in the girls locker room at the high school. Once again with out a changing table.
1 (THE BLOWOUT) at the hospital that Jonathan works at. Once again with out a changing table.
I know you are wishing that you had a life JUST like mine.
All the while, counting how many times someone said to me, "You have your hands full."
I don't come to your job and say, man you have your hands full.
The next person that says that to me is going to end up with spit in their face. Don't believe me? I wouldn't hesitate. Seriously, I am so sick of it. SERIOUSLY.
I really did count how many times. Would you like to know the final result?
30, thirty, three-zero.
Who cares if I have my hands full. What are you going to do about it?
Certainly not open a door for me, carry my tray of food to the table, or heaven forbid install a changing table in your public restroom.
What is this world coming too?
When 4 kids is considered an astronomical amount?
Shame on me for allowing people to make me feel like it is wrong to have that many kids, or that I am just plain weird. That I don't belong, or I am a social outcast.
I would love to give people the benefit of the doubt. I would wish that they were thinking, 'Look at her, mother of 4. That is so wonderful. Look, they are all dressed nicely, they are behaving wonderfully, and she is out of her pajamas. She must be a good mom. Good for her."
I don't always think that is what they are thinking. I can only HOPE.
I think the looks were worse today. We went to Jex's baseball tryouts in church clothes,(Jex had changed of course) because we just came from a baptism.
All of us girls in skirts.
Picture me at a baseball tryout with a skirt, cute leggings, sparkly shoes, a flower in my hair.
The other moms in jeans, a hoodie, New Balance runners, and sportin' the pony tail. (which is what you would expect)
Then Isaac in a nice button-down shirt and sweater vest.
I swear people thought we were 18 kids and counting.
I would love help in coming up with a really great response for the comment,
"You have your hands full."
If you have one, Please leave a comment. The best submission wins a King Size Candy bar of your choice.(make sure I can link back to your blog or email to tell you if you win)
Best Comment will be posted here next week.
What does it mean to have your hands full? Do they mean my kids are rowdy and a hand full, or that my hands are full because I am carrying a car seat and dragging along a 2 year old?
What is it people?
Is there anything greater in this world to have your hands full with?
So you lovely people who chose to comment on my hands, should think before you speak.
I promise you nobody has a more glamorous life then a mother.
Poop, spit up, bags under the eyes. Whatever it takes to fill these hands.
I am up for the challenge, because there is nothing I would rather have my hands full with. Glamorous as it may be.
There is nothing more wonderful then 8 tiny hands to grab your cheeks at the end of the day and say, "I love you mommy." Then plant a big old wet one on those tired yet still so glamorous cheeks.
I'll take my full hands any day. I wouldn't trade them for any other glamorous life.
You can have your tall mocha lattes. I will keep my short chocolate covered munchies.