She was behind us in the check out of the grocery store. I had all four of my children with me. I don't take all of them with me unless I have to. It just so happened that Lily NEEDED something for school the next day and I had forgotten about it until 5:30 p.m. on a Monday after Eric's fencing class. The baby was hungry and fussy. Gamma was restless and bored. Lily was curious and wanted everything. Eric was pouty and sad. I was stressed, as usual.
Life with four kids is often stressful. I wasn't yelling at them. I was calm. I just grabbed what I had to grab and got in line. The baby had already eaten the crackers I had in my bag for her. I just wanted to GET HOME and make a salad to go with the chili that was in my crock pot. I wasn't paying attention to anyone around me. I had my eyes on the prize. Home.
Then the well intention-ed stranger said that thing to me. I put the kids in the car.
I silently cried on the way home.
I can't believe this is what has become of my life. Where everyday a stranger just HAS to say something to me about the fact that I have A LOT of children. I am WELL AWARE I have four children.
I know we all have "those days." I AM AWARE I HAVE MY HANDS FULL. This is my life. Be nice or mind your own fucking business.