If I had to choose one comment that I heard the most when people see me, it would be, “Oh my, you’ve got your hands full!” This is what comes out of most people’s mouths when they see me and my three children in public. Usually during this time, I’m at the grocery store swatting Mcqueen’s hands because he’s trying to grab candy off the shelf and shove it in his mouth or pockets (whichever he thinks he can get away with at the time); telling Mater that yes, I did know he has seven Pete the Cat books in his collection, meanwhile bouncing the Princess in the Moby while swiping my debit card to leave my own personal version of Hell called Wal-Mart. I swear I’m never going back every time I leave there, but somehow end up needing something from there. I know this little comment seems harmless, and it probably shouldn’t piss me off like it does, but it strikes a nerve in me for some reason. I guess the reason it does, is because usually the next question is “How old are they?”, which then leads to the next question, “Are you going to have any more or are you done?”. Which is pretty much them saying, “judging from what I’m watching you should be done”. Maybe that’s not how they mean it, perhaps I’m just being hypersensitive. But when did someone else’s life decisions become open to public opinion? I’m sure the whole Facebook era didn’t help anything, but that’s why I don’t post anything that I haven’t thought about before hitting enter. My decision to have three beautiful, rambunctious children is just that, MY decision. So I don’t need snide remarks or a million questions. The bitch in me always wants to answer, “None of your damn business!”. But because I’m a mother, and I’m trying to show my children the right thing to do, I can’t say that. That’s where my blog comes in handy! Yes, I most certainly have those days where I want to pull my hair out, or as my dad would put it, “Go back in time and eat you at birth!”. But that’s motherhood! It’s crazy, fast-paced, and comical even most days! But it goes by too fast, and soon the days of a million questions, baby bounces, and swatting will be over. That’s the day I dread, not days like today in the grocery store. Simply put, my hands aren’t full…. My heart is! Next time you see a mom sweating with her kids, try saying, “It looks like your heart is full!” with a smile… I promise it will put a smile on her face and at least remind her of that for a short while.