The other day, I attempted a trip to Babies R Us with the kids. I really needed suction cup bowls for the babies. So rather than wait for Monte to be home to help, there I found myself, balancing babies and herding the girls. Whoever I held on my body was happy, and whoever was in the cart not attached to me.. wasn’t. After switching them from cart to Ergo a few times at the cart-corral, I realized how ridiculous I must have looked when I lifted my head and noticed a female employee staring at me through the window giving me a sympathetic look. We made eye-contact and with her hands, she motioned an offer of help “No thank you” I mouthed to her with a pitiful “I’m just used to this shit” expression on my face.
I. Just. Am.
Once the babies seemed calm and happy, I hustled the kids into the store and headed for the feeding section. Almost immediately, Beatrix became angry that she was in the cart so I picked her up and just held them both on me which made her happy, but, along with the other 2 standing at my feet, it’s exactly the exact same thing as placing a giant neon sign over my head that says “PLEASE TELL ME THAT I’VE GOT MY HANDS FULL!” because almost immediately, that’s what everybody I pass by in the store feels the need to say; “You’ve sure got your hands full!”. “Wow, no shit!! Really?? I’ve never heard that line before, ever!” is what I truly, truly want to say, but I grit my teeth and reply in my best Ned Flanders voice “Yup! I sure do!” with a smile.